Mar 21, 2009 12:14
Following the cleanse on the road is easier than I thought it would be. I'm staying with the girls from Ravenar, who are also behind the novel "The Four Readheads of the apocolypse," who are always lots of fun. They've had health challenges of their own, so they've tried cleansing themselves in various forms.
Last night, I turned down an offer to go with them to B.B. King's on Beale street, mostly because I didn't want the temptation of Memphis barbecue in front of me. I love barbecue, so I would have just been miserable. And while I"m not craving anything, I'm still going by the out of sight/out of mind theory.
This morning, I got to hand squeeze the lemons, which wasn't bad. I think I managed to get all the useable juice out of them. And I'm now to the point that my body is starting to flush toxins out that have been hanging around for a while. (I've been on a liquid diet for 6 days now. so I shouldn't be releasing anything solid. Yet I am. So it must be toxic. Bleah. sorry folks, I'm putting that as gently as I can.)
If anything, the hardest part of this con is not buying clothing from the steampunk booth set up across from Yard Dog.
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