day 5

day 1 i think that as long as you believe you are improving something you feel good. whether you are or not. seeing andrew in his natural state-cooking vegetables/rambling about vegetables-i realized all i have to do is not eat meat and ill have a hobby.
day 2 ive eaten a loaf and a half of foccacia bread with a rudimentary form of hummus that i made in a heat-stroke induced stupor. abbie says her vegetarian friend eats alot of carbs and shes 400 pounds. i countered that if i got past the 250 mark i would cut back, in spite of my weakened state i know i must stay vigilant against the scoffing of meat eaters.
day 3: why would i eat eggs, eggs are made of something that, itself, is made of meat. if i waited a sentient meat substance would emerge. have you ever eaten a raw egg? its gross! this is your brain on drugs inadvertently made substance abuse a way to improve one's edibility.
day 4 i found myself in a deep non-meat fugue. its as if meat is a foreign country stubbornly opposed to our (yours and mine) view of ethics, culture, society, etc.
on day 5 i had a lucid dream where i have a mouthful of sharp carnivore teeth and i bit through my own finger. it only lasted a second but i was thoroughly grossed out. really happened
day 6 okay celery is a fruit? tomatoes? corn?... avocados? are there any vegetables? i know milk comes from a meat source but if you leave it under a heat lamp for a few days it doesn't start rattling off opinions so im gonna eat cheese and yogurt at least, soy milk? soy cheese?