The hunger isn’t all that bad, but it makes it harder to deal when Milca is cooking. For example, the pork tenerloin and potatoes that she cooked tonight looked, and smelled, awesome.
I have realized exactly how often I used to look in the fridge, as I often find myself walking through the kitchen, and almost open it. I stop myself just as I realize that the only thing I could get from it would be maple syrup.
Yesterday was a day of cleaning out my colon and intestines. If you really want to know more, you can email me for a blow by blow. I’ll save the masses from the details, as you may have recently eaten, or might plan to do so some time in the next day or two. I don’t mind, as I don’t plan to eat anything for another 7 days.