Thin as a Dime

There’s a hole in my head to let this all out.

My “fast” has turned into a liquid fast. I looked dead when I woke up this morning, I felt it too. I’m still suffering from sudden waves of cramp now. What’s even worse is it doesn’t seem to have, uhm, done the trick. I think my bodies trying to decide whether it wants to puke or…evacuate out the back door (wow, way too much information) and until its reached a verdict its going to keep hold of what its got…despite medical assistance trying to move things along. Anyway, to cure what ailed me Mum made a huge batch of soup, because that cures everthing. What I really need is my effing stomach pumped…and some lipo.

I guess an actual fast starts tomorrow. I’m going to treck down to the library and read some fairy tales and poetry. I’m looking for musical inspiration and books are the ‘laxatives’ of the mind. Wow, I’m really losing the remaing plot I had.

I’m starting to doubt my ability to shead this weight before my flight to Perth. Am I going to be okay if I don’t? I mean, yes…I guess physically but I might be awfully depressed. I don’t want it to ruin my holiday just because I didn’t starve long enough. These are just some of the many percs of being ruled by an unruley body. Not that its the bodies fault, its the brains. No one is ugly, no one is isane, its just a chemical imbalance in our brains making us think this way.