Captain's Log: Stardate 25.5.2013
I had a food anxiety dream last night. I ate some really good pasta and then was like SHIT I SHOULD NOT BE EATING THIS I'M ON A JUICE CLEANSE FUCK WHAT HAVE I DONE. Then I woke up and was really relieved. I just need to prove to myself that I have willpower.
I forgot to have my ginger concoction this morning, because I shadowed my mom to a Critical Mass rehearsal. Their new piece at the Boston Court Theater is going to be splendid, I'll tell you that. I ate salad, soup, and some more of the juice pictured yesterday.
I woke up with a REALLY sore throat. Feels like I'll have no voice tomorrow. Don't know what it's from. I also think I'm allergic to dust, because I could barely catch my breath while we were cleaning my room yesterday. Sneezing, coughing, throat closing up, itchy skin and eyes... I'm definitely reacting to something. Maybe I'm allergic to boredom or homesick for my adopted city and my new friends. Because it seems like many of my old ones have completely given up on me. Or they've forgotten that we were ever friends in the first place.
BUT YAY YUMMY JUICE AND SOUP AND DELICIOUS! Tomorrow's my last day on solid food. Then it's 10 days of just juice. There will be some pretty pictures in all shades of green.
Juice. The final frontier. These are the voyages of the person Hannah. Her fifteen day mission: To explore strange new tastes, to seek out new weight and new healthiness, to boldly go where several people have gone before.