It was Michael's bright idea that we should fast today, Good Friday.
I thought it would be a nice pious gesture, but it's only 9:30am and I'm already hating it.
The irony is that I usually don't feel hungry until 11:00am so these hunger pangs are obviously just psycho-somatic--it's all in my head.
Just knowing a food-less days yawns before me fills me with anxiety and desperation. I'm starving! People were not meant to live like this! My ancestors honed their genes to prevent this kind of deprivation!
Not sure if my resolve can last the day...(or the morning)...
I'm so impious!