Christ, food never tasted so good.
So. Now would be the two day mark, but I was foaming (! What the fuck, reflux?) so I gave up a handful of hours ago and eased myself into some gentle food. I'll eat well (mostly) tomorrow and then have another clean day. Without as much spearmint-loaded tea, this time, I think.
I feel strange! I've teetered between feeling quite good--quite a lot better, really--and feeling vulnerable. But I suppose that makes sense. At least I haven't taken down my previous entry, yet. That's been a bit of a battle. Hopefully I'll manage to not back off?
I'm realizing increasingly how freaking lucky I am. I know and love and am loved by some very beautiful, special, fantastic people. Thank you.
But, in lighter, fluffier news (and because my blog, apparently, follows a pattern of back and forth between grave and absolutely fluffy--I just noticed this, today), I discovered that Piotr (the Purple Piggy, down the page) jumps when you click him only until you've clicked him a lot and rapidly, at which point he does something incredibly cute. (This thing is what the spraybottle is for--I'd had no idea.) Go see! Click him silly, then use the spraybottle, and then feed him an apple and tell him what a cute piggy he is. It's good for your health.