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Day 3, Saturday, August 23
A little more human. Barely.
I opened one eye, testing the situation.
Head? Still attached. Still achy, but not nearly as bad as yesterday.
Stomach? Still a little queasy, but also so empty I could eat a whole boatload of bananas.
Mood? Hmm ... hard to tell. It might take some interaction with my little brother to really test that out. Last night he got on my last nerve by asking me, “You sure I can keep your TV? You’re not kidding? You swear?”
“YES!” And then I cradled my poor head in my hands because some unthinking person had just shouted.
I think I fell asleep around 7:30 last night. One minute I was reading about the Abolitionists, and the next it was morning. That combo of starvation and caffeine deprivation must do wonders for insomniacs.
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