Day Three

So according to most accounts, we are over the hump, so to speak. Two days (plus!) without a shred of food. Nothing but lousy lemon juice and a variety of herbal teas to provide comfort to our worried guts. Oh yeah, and laxative tea. Let's not talk about it.

Last night, released from most common possibilities of social interaction, we elected to watch a film and chose Lake of Fire, Tony Kaye's documentary about abortion in America, released in 2006. The film strives to provide an even handed account of a very complex and highly-charged issue, providing interviews with actors on all sides of the debate, from right-to-lifers to bio-ethicists to gynecologists to women who have received an abortion, to the aborted fetuses themselves. It is here in fact that the film proved to be a poor match for us, as the grisly view literally into the process of an abortion did not pair well with our already upset stomachs.

I'm starting a list of forbidden words for all the people of the world to avoid upon pains of death should we meet. Let us not speak of the fate that will befall ye should any of the following be consumed in my presence.

"cheese" (especially when paired with the modifier "melty")
"sushi"
"fruit" (or any word that falls in the family of fruits)
"beer" (especially beer)
"burrito"
"hommus"
"milkshake"
"ice cream"
"CHOCOLATE!"