You know I can't let you slide through my hands

I'm alive. And a 324970 times better. After I posted last night I laid on the couch for awhile in much pain and discomfort. About every 15 minutes or so of build-up, I would release a moan. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep, I was so nauseous and achey. I started to feel a bit better but still sluggish and gross, I caved and ate a piece of bread. I felt ok so I went to bed. And then....got up to puke that up. THEN I went back to bed and shortly after fell sleep. This morning? I feel pretty dandy. I ate a handful of almonds right upon waking. I packed twice the lemonade drink for the day than I did yesterday. And I've given myself permission to eat a piece of fruit this afternoon if I start to sink like I did yesterday. Because really, eating nothing but a dozen nuts and an apple all day is still a pretty intense detox. After surviving last night, I'm not ready to give up the project. Plus, I feel I can't abandon dommeyourass. If I can't maintain the official Master Clease, I can at least maintain my own personal Raymond Cleanse.

I'm leaving temp job at 1 pm today to go up to Evanston to handle some work and then I'm taking myself to a late afternoon movie. I haven't played hooky in awhile, I'm psyched.

brothers?

someone coordinated for the night
Originally uploaded by -xta.

photo courtesy of louche

I know someday this will all work out

( Day 2 )

I have to go to the dentist. I haven't been in....years. But now I'm pretty convinced I have at least a couple cavities and maybe more. Damn you mintwaster for mentioning a toothache! Maybe it's a sympathy root canal. Somehow I doubt it. Luckily I have dental coverage with the county insurance and I pulled out the card to inspire me to call and make an appointment. I have no co-pay! I'm trying to tap into the "I'll take anything that's free!" part of my brain to help me ignore the other part of my brain that freaks out about my teeth.

I finally saw Little Miss Sunshine. It was a lot of fun. It was also good to check-out for a couple hours in the middle of the day and I forget how much I love going to movies by myself. Logan Theater has a couple decent ones they just added, maybe I'll go back this weekend.

I wonder if I'm moving slower while detoxing. How is it 9:30? I haven't done anything. But I've enjoyed everything I'm (not) doing. It's kind of like how getting sick intentionally makes you slow down and catch your breath. I guess I'm sort of inducing that.

Today my itunes and ipod has been a trip to the near-past, anywhere from five years to fifteen years. And then I was on Northwestern's campus briefly and it's freshman orientation week and people were moving in and it made me feel oddly nostalgic. I mean, I didn't hate my college experience, because I had some great people in my immediate circle. But I wasn't in love with my school or anything. So its strange to experience environmental nostalgia. Maybe its just the season change.