i slept 14 hours.

i ate some food last night after nothing but liquid for three and one half days. it was the best meal i have ever eaten and it didn't hurt as bad as i thought it would. i was just really nauseous and in a medium amount of pain but a lot of discomfort. i may consume a little fruit tonight and see if it goes down as well.

i got my appointment date.

MARCH 27

i was asleep when she called so i didn't argue. i just took it. if i have to do a few days w/o food and one meal alternately then i guess that's what i'll have to do.

i've learned MY lesson. specialists are all about ego and waiting lists, but then, no one else can do for you what they can . . . deal with it.

i just refuse to kiss his feet! ass maybe but feet? no.

i think my mom is Satan. Satan is the humanoid that offers you something that will feel oh-so-goooood right then but roast you in the fiery pits of hell with little pitchforks and many small paper cuts, right?

i told her i couldn't eat so she makes chicken fajitas and 'forgets' the can of broth i ask for. i love fajitas. love love love love love love love love love love love love. so here i am with the smell of raw fajitas, drooling, ready to grab them and run, but then she tosses them in the pan and you hear the increasing sizzle pitch as all the juicy flavor is being sealed in by the searing process and then the onions start to really get caramelized . . . and they are grating the biggest pile f cheese i have ever seen! add the tangy hint of sour cream and the earthy aroma of roasted flour tortillas as they are thrown on an open flame individually . . . i was desperate!

she DOES have red hair!

its CURLY!

i think that's enough proof, don't you?

anyways, i'm keeping my eye on that one, YES, i AM.

we'll just see who really Satan.

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confessed on Thursday, Feb. 13, 2003