Mostly Semantics

Oh man, what a day. So many things, exciting things, to relate! Exciting and also marginally embarrassing. Let’s start there.
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I can’t believe tomorrow is my last day. Time just flies, huh? Only one more gross quart of salt water at 6am. I just cracked open my third (of four) jug of syrup today, so… gonna be a lot of leftovers. The lemon juice in the fridge was juiced Monday night, so, probably past its prime, but, eh. I’m not getting up early and getting new lemons, that’s for sure. I went today and got a membership at the new WSC in c-heights, so, that’s exciting. There are also plans afoot for a personal trainer. What’s diet without exercise, right? Yeah. Still no wii fit, though it appears it’ll be delivered tomorrow. Scale holding steady at 349. I think tomorrow I’ll try to stop by the zoo and weigh myself there. Really looking forward to orange juice on Friday. ORANGE JUICE!

I’m barely even noticing this thing anymore, except for when I walk by a restaurant. Other than that, though, I could basically do this indefinitely. I mean, not from a health standpoint, I guess, I probably need protein or something at some point. But… I’m not hungry. I’m not tired. I feel great, axetually. I don’t even have the phantoms anymore - empty out in the mornings and I’m set for the day. I am going to have a lot of leftover syrup though - I got enough for 12 servings a day every day, and really I’m going through like 7-8.
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You know what I love about this? That I don’t have to come up with titles. Or, I mean, I guess I could, that’s not a rule or anything, but… once this trope got started I felt compelled to see it through. Actually, not unlike the fast itself. Also love that I was completely right about this being blogger gold. I singlehandedly set our blog’s hit record last week (yes, singlehandedly - nobody else ever writes here anymore. Layabouts.) Today/yesterday (Monday) I set the single-day record. The people love the poop stories. And the reckless behavior. And it’s definitely not that I just posted every day. It’s the borderline crazy plan being executed! I see now - act out, be famous. I’ll see y’all in rehab. Oh, I *did* have my first work poop today. Sort of. I was there late and felt the usual evening urge, but as usual, only a phantom poop. *sigh*. Phantom poops at work are much worse, because no reading material. I’d wait it out for awhile at home, browsing the Sporting News (the rolls royce of bathroom reading), but a minute or two at work and I’m closing up shop. Scale this morning said 348.

Also, tonight, I got to see Bishop Allen for, I think, the fourth time? They played for 45 minutes, plus a two-song encore, so, not nearly long enough, but… man, still so satisfying. We were right up at the front, like, second row of people. They were just as tight and fun as ever, I hardly even know what else to say. It was a little weird having just watched Justin Rice’s movie, I guess. A little. But mostly they were just excellent. Ever just have a band like that that really hits your sweet spot, but they’re still relatively small-scale and they’re either local or from nearby and so they play every few months and you always go see them and you listen to them in the interim whenever you feel down or you just are sick of listening to new music and want something you know will sound good? In high school that band, for me, was The Gadjits, but now it’s Bishop Allen. Never change, Bishop Allen, never change.