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wow that was weird.

i ate food and digested it and everything and it's strange.

i feel sort of tired and draggy in a strange way, almost like the digestion process is really hard and tiring for my body. it's also sort of clinging to the lemon drink while craving bread and carbs.

really weird stuff.

i think, other than the first two days with the emotional weirdness that today has been the strangest day of fasting and technically it doesn't count. i ate food today. vegetable soup that i made myself by randomly tossing shit in water and adding water whenever there was too much shit. god i made a lot of soup. when it's cold i'm putting half of it in the freezer.

i've been alternately high and dragged out all day. plus there were portions of today that i just wasn't in. i was there, i sort of know what happened but i was zoned in to some place that was else. almost how you are when you're a little drunk and a lot lot lot exhausted and people are talking about sports or computers or climbing or something else nerdy that you just don't give a fuck about.

except that i was actually just not there, the topic at hand was irrelevant.

it's too bad that i wasn't there because i was having a really nice day.

i had one client this morning and then i went off to the big carrot to get all sorts of organic veg for my soup and a beautiful man smiled at me appreciatively and off i went home to make soup and then mg came to pick me up. off we went to the climbing gym before dashing to her house for showers and changing into skirts and then?

and then?

oh man you'll never guess. she had gotten tickets with a coworker to see roger federer play at the rogers cup and she knew i wanted to go so she got me one too! i saw professional tennis! LIVE!!!

i've been watching tennis on television possibly for longer than i've been watching hockey. i'm not sure, i got one sport each from my parents and tennis is my mom. my dream is to attend the US Open and just hang out for two weeks and watch tennis. irony is that i know i'm poor so i only dream until the quarter finals and then i watch on tv and play in new york city.

funny that i have a reality based fantasy life. probably a large part of my problem.

this has been one of my dream vacations for years. to just wander and get to watch all the OTHER matches. the ones i want to see but don't because some number two seed is trouncing the number 7,325 seed. i want to see sixteen vs twenty two, that's significantly more likely to be interesting. drives me nuts on tv, they'll comment on something and go 'they're in a tie break over here' and they'll stay on this deadly boring game where someone is winning 6-2 6-1 3-0 instead of letting me watch the tie break.

drives me nuts.

i want to see the tennis, i don't care who's playing it.

anyway so federer won of course but i did have the singular pleasure of watching him lose a set. probably the only set he's lost this year to anyone but nadal. this was awesome because we got three sets instead of two.

tragically the third set was pathetic. federer came out looking for the match and upped his play but the other guy sort of like knew he was going to do it and quit in advance. he was hardly there in the third.

i hate that, the game isn't over until it's over, you won a set, snap out of it and TRY!

he'll still lose but at least he'll be proud of himself.

i did have a moment of weakness, the other two ladies got sandwiches and potato salad and even though dairy is strictly verboten i had ONE piece. mmmm it was so delicious... and i can still taste it and my tummy is like 'dude? you're getting away with that because i'm in a good mood but seriously? don't do that again or you will pay.'

so yeah, no dairy until like sunday or something. and i've decided that beer is the most intelligent thing to drink on my birthday. see wine is hard on the head and it's sort of sharp and i think won't sit well on baby stomach. liquor? aka irish whiskey? does that seem wise four days out of a fast?

but the egyptians (and and and) used to have beer for lunch in hot weather. it was considered food... now of course it had less alcohol in it than our beer but still, beer is food for when it's too hot to eat. seems like it's good for a baby tummy too.

so beer it is. damm i'm stoked about this shindig, i don't have to work sunday and since the class is cancelled for the summer i have like six sundays off in a row. it's heaven on earth i tell you. i have to chuck this class soon.

or maybe just cancel it every summer... hrm.

i want to ski though. we'll see what the finance fairy brings by november.

i think i'm about done with the fast reports now. i'm back on food although i have to be careful about it and i'll give a weekend update when i get back from leofest that will include fast mention if it's relevant but otherwise i think it's exhausted.

my overall sentiment is that it was a very positive experience and that i will definetely do it again. i also learned a lot about how to do it better next time. i know how many lemons i will actually go through and how much maple syrup.

i know how much cayenne pepper to use and that mason jars really are the shit for putting the drink in. i know that the drink weans itself as the food comes back into your diet and that juice bar orange juice is just as good as the kind you make yourself ... but it costs about a third again as much.

the neatest thing i know is what a pump or a motor feels like when it gets primed. the orange juice sort of got everything sparking and then the soup starts it working with stuff that's not overly hard to eat. and damm did i slurp that shit up!

i just wish i could explain the feeling of thirty feet of intestine slowly starting to snap out of hibernation. i see why it takes three to five days to properly break a fast now. in fact next time i'll take it slower.

i'll have to, i will have fasted longer also.

you guys? i saw roger federer play tennis! and since agassi wasn't here? that was as good as it was going to get at the rogers cup this year. whee! you can't believe how fast the serve is in real life, especially the ace. it's on the ground before the racket finishes swinging.

yay the us open is coming!