Any journal type of fuss that I hope to maintain without fail always fails to remain consistent. I don't have a ton of clever things to share. But I do need to write. To spread mah wings!

There comes a time in a marriage when today feels just like yesterday. That new sensation. Can't wait to call them. The pull of the need to just simply hear the voice of the only one person who can send you over the falls. Excruciating pain to touch them, kiss them.... 'cause a working day has way too many hours in it. All the things life puts you through just pushes you closer together. Krazy Glue can't compare to the bond you have.

Day 2 of the fast........ I managed to make a really bland tasting green juice for dinner. ..... And I'd just looooooove a slice of Pizza Port Pizza right now.

Started a fast today..... There are little things that are screaming at me to try to get my attention. Oddly enough, the bag of gum balls sitting oh so innocently on the kitchen counter, for example. Well within the easy grasp of a passing hand. They seem to be pouty. Because I've neglected them today. Try as I may to explain to them that they are not allowed in my mouth they still sit there, pleading to me, their only desire is self sacrifice! Like some weird cult of sugary multi-colored round delights. I looked at them as sternly as I could weakly muster, I am fasting after all and am quite weak....., and explained that for the next 10 days they would be dead to me. They didn't get the mob reference. I concluded with the fact that after the 10 days I may loose my love for them all together. I hear other the distant temptation flavored cries of the rest of the distractions in the kitchen.... I intend to starve them out. I will win!!!