I know I’ve said after cutting my last master cleanse short after three days, that I’ll never do that again. But here I am, on my second day, doing it again. I’ve done the full 10 days before so I know I can do it again. Plus, a friend (who got me interested in the MC last year) is starting it again this week and I know misery loves company.
Yesterday wasn’t so bad at all, though I did have some friends over who I generally associate with good food, and an exceptional amount of drinking. I provided beer, and some snacky foods (one of which were a couple of delicious looking, delectably smelling, mouth-watering egg custards given to me by my landlord). I got through the day. I didn’t die. Didn’t even feel close dying. Well, alrighty then.