i'm fasting this week. not because i have a political cause or because i want to fit in to that Hello Kitty themed two-piece for summer, but merely for personal exploration. to see what it's like to be hungry, see what your body does when you stop giving it calories. i know what the science says, i just kind of want to know how it feels.

and more than that, it's about adding footnotes to what otherwise might be a boring stretch of lifetime. two years from now at a party you're not going to tell the cute girl standing by the shrimp bar about a jerk who cut you off in traffic or an above-average cup of coffee you had. because honestly, those are the most exciting things that happen to us on an average day. no, you're going to tell her about your skydiving trip, how you interpret the works of Dostoevsky, or the crazy prank you played at your brother's wedding. and while it's well known that the entirety of human achievment was all an attempt to impress chicks, this kind of stuff is good for you, too. milestones, new experiences, limits pushed and frontiers explored. you don't want to have to infer accomplishment from years of deadening toil, you want to be able to reach back and grab hold of concrete moments and how you felt with their undertaking.

so for my first fasting update, i would like to say i feel...hungry. i also feel like the United States military should be reduced in capacity to where it could only wage one serious regioinal conflict at a time; UN forces and our allies' standing armies would pick up the slack (if they're not on our side in said conflict, we're probably in the wrong to begin with). but mostly hungry.

my coworkers are back at it again, flattershopping me straight in to drag and other equally compromising positions. i could give you the context, but taking it raw elevates to a whole new level of funny.