Day 1: "I WANT TO KILL EVERYONE. Need...meat...and lattes..." Have immediately concluded there is nothing natural about this. Have chosen not to make gross veggie smoothies on the first day as a way to "wade into it", just downing them au naturale. Luckily I'm allowed spices.
Day 2: "How do vegetarians(/vegans) LIVE like this? I want to shoot myself!" Constantly hungry and irritable, never doing this during a work week again. Funny how those qualities aren't business friendly... Is it okay to smoke during a cleanse? I feel now would be a good time to take up smoking.
Day 3: Wailed over a box of cookies, argued that vodka is from potatoes and therefore indeed a vegetable. Ready to crack - violently - at any time. Just barely kept on track by outside influences. They seem to think I should be thankful, I'm leaning more towards bloodlust. Pretty sure when I'm done this betrayal of my stomach I'm going to spend an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen cooking and baking ALL the things!
Day 4: ...Holy crap, it's day four? Life is ashambles, but have reached a "tolerable" medium with the meatless bouts of delirium. Was watching ads for work and one of them featured a giant gingerbread cookie running around...was immediately turned on. Like whoa; you've no idea.
Still no smoothies on the horizon. Noticed my friends are in fact comprised of fleshy meat bags. Considering the implications...
The weird silver-lining I noticed is that since my body's so weak from lack of meats and alcohol I'm usually passing out by 22:00 (as opposed to 01:00). This is the most sleep I've gotten in months! ...It's weird.
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