Liquid diet sucks. I should have gotten beer, but I'm trying to be good. I don't eat much each day, but not eating at all is a different experience. Oh, and grits don't count as eating.

If there was an animal in the yard, I'd grab my knife and fork and go after it. If it was a rabbit or deer, I'm sure it would very easily out run me, but I'd still yell "Yeah, you better run..." If it was a bear I'd be all like "Oh yeah, come at me bro" and then I'd run back in the house, 'cause I'm dumb, but not stupid. But I am hungry.

Continuing the liquids tomorrow, and adding the dreaded magnesium citrate tomorrow. Woo! Who knows how to party?

Kelsey headed back off to Campbell today. She will probably take over the blog while I'm down. We had a talk about the grumbles of the operation, and she has promised me that she will put her education first. There isn't much of anything for her to do and I do want her to try and ignore this. Go further. Farther? Farer?