Day #2 of Master Cleanse-- god what I'd do for some fried trout
I never thought watching someone eat noodles on a janky youtube movie would make me want to kill someone for a taste of one of them. I don't feel as hungry today. i just really miss food. I just made a fresh batch of lemonade and am anticipating the infamous Day 3 when all sorts of uglies from years gone by come slowly crawling out of me system.
Today I got some work done planning for my trip to Austin where I will workshop Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I also am figuring out some details for my reading/show in Michigan where I will pretty much present a full length version of this show.
Oh man, it's getting down to crunch time with the planning of this show. And being hungry as hell isn't helping. I wish sometimes I could just be a stand up comedian. It seems so much easier than what I do. At least as far as setting up a gig. I have to worry about flying technicians and props and all that kind of crap.
So how West LA cliche is this? I go down to Trader Joes today to get more lemons and maple syrup (it's finally in stock) and while at the check out a woman sees my basket and says, "You're on that diet aren't you?"
I tell her how on Sunday all of the stuff I needed to buy was out of stock at TJs and she laughs.
In the parking lot a man came up to me and said, "You were in the paper weren't you?"
I flip my hair, but in a hungry kind of way and say, "Why yes, that was me."
As I drive home, I can smell my exhaust and want so badly to pull over, put my mouth over the pipe and get a taste of whatever chicken or whatever had been frying before in that oil.
God, I can really sense food. I can smell it from blocks away.
My tongue is white. It's kind of scary. My taste buds are numb.
Ok, back to this life. This life without food.
Today I got some work done planning for my trip to Austin where I will workshop Wong Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. I also am figuring out some details for my reading/show in Michigan where I will pretty much present a full length version of this show.
Oh man, it's getting down to crunch time with the planning of this show. And being hungry as hell isn't helping. I wish sometimes I could just be a stand up comedian. It seems so much easier than what I do. At least as far as setting up a gig. I have to worry about flying technicians and props and all that kind of crap.
So how West LA cliche is this? I go down to Trader Joes today to get more lemons and maple syrup (it's finally in stock) and while at the check out a woman sees my basket and says, "You're on that diet aren't you?"
I tell her how on Sunday all of the stuff I needed to buy was out of stock at TJs and she laughs.
In the parking lot a man came up to me and said, "You were in the paper weren't you?"
I flip my hair, but in a hungry kind of way and say, "Why yes, that was me."
As I drive home, I can smell my exhaust and want so badly to pull over, put my mouth over the pipe and get a taste of whatever chicken or whatever had been frying before in that oil.
God, I can really sense food. I can smell it from blocks away.
My tongue is white. It's kind of scary. My taste buds are numb.
Ok, back to this life. This life without food.
posted by kristina wong at
6:49 PM
1 Comments:
Hey I did that same fast about two years ago! My whole family does often, like weeks on end sometimes. They're all hippies. I was buying the stuff at whole foods and the check out girl asked me the same thing. Funny how the tongue does turn white isn't it? They say that's the toxins leaking out. Did your breathe start to get stinky?
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