Back to the grind..

12th day of my fast.
I'm starting to want to eat something.
Anything.
A bit of cold coffee left over from dad..
Is bliss in a cup.

Cheat on the fast?
No solids for 12 days...
That's something right?
But it's not the kind of fast that I generally do.
If I fast.
I fast.
And this ain't no 'total water fast'.
More like a no-solids fast.

I yearn for a hamburger.
A steak.
Lambchops.

But yearning is a funny thing.
It means nothing.
I yearn to get rid of this weird cold I have too.
This influenza.

Mi mind is eerily calm.
I'm not freaking out about conspiracies, cops..
Truman Shows.
Must be the cleansing.

And now, I'm working.
Working on a materials' list for dad.
Go figure.