Day 5 of my 45-day challenge and I'm starting to have crazy dreams. I dreamt that I was in a citywide game. Many of us were being hunted by The Others. At first it was a friendly game, but turned deadly when The Others were trying to kill us. At times you would be in groups looking for hiding spots and other times you were alone. At one point I was hiding in someones basement in the West end of the city. They felt I was a danger to their safety and asked me to leave.
It reminded me of one of my favourite, underrated movies The Warriors. The street gang The Warriors were escaping from Central Park to their home base on Coney Island, the whole time being chased by various gangs. My dream had a similar ending. I was in an abandoned amusement park, hiding in a roller coaster when locals ratted me out to The Others. I fled on foot and was at the edge of a cliff on the Scarbro Bluffs. M, a particularly enthusiastic member of The Others, had lined me up for the kill shot with her high powered crossbow, when I woke up in a cold sweat before she could get the satisfaction of a clean shot.
I went to the bar last night. I consumed diet Pepsi and ice water. I must say that Crazy Paul is even more annoying when your sober. John R. was always right about him.
I think Chief Theresa Spence should google "Bobby Sands" and learn what actually constitutes a hunger strike. Eating fish broth, drinking OJ and losing no discernible weight after 6-weeks, doesn't meet the test. I have lost more weight in 4-days and I'm eating 3 square meals a day. If it looks like you may want to go on a diet after completing a hunger strike, you really weren't on a hunger strike to begin with.
Gareth emailed me a photo of what the Welsh call an English breakfast, but suspiciously looks like what the D'Arcy's refer to as an Irish breakfast. Bacon, sausage, black pudding, mushrooms with freshly squeezed lemon, hash browns and baked beans. I will not be tempted, low fat yogurt for me.
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