April 8, 2013


It's nine o'clock. I am lying in bed with my shirt tucked into my pajama pants, five minutes from sleep.

Last week, my sisters suggested we all try a raw-food cleanse, and I basically agreed to only eat rabbit food for the next three weeks of my life.

The above statements are extremely uncharacteristic of me.

A healthy spirit has moved into my unhealthy body and is demanding discipline.

I don't know her, but I hate her already.

Good night. 

1 comment:

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