The Best Friend is coming over for zombie movies tonight. I'm worried. There will be snackies and drinks and whatever my parents want for dinner.
I want to huddle up, in a hole, with a cup of soup and never come out.
My skin goes numb now. I'll touch my hand, and I don't feel it, like doll skin. My entire leg will go numb, my arm, my body.
And then it's pins and needles that last for an hour. It feels like being electrocuted.
I ate oatmeal, 1/2 packet, for breakfast. And a slice of left over thin crust for lunch.
That's 235 already.
Dinner is still in the distance, on the horizon, but it's speeding closer.
Last night I did 3,836 leg lifts. I wanted to do 8,000, but I couldn't. The sun was rising and I needed to stop so I could sleep.
But I didn't want to stop. If I don't sleep though, I have to eat more. It's like swapping out one evil for another. Do I want nightmares, or do I want calories? There really isn't much of a distinction anymore.
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