Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl...

Day 3 of Panda-watch... errr Hunger strike... Midday, and I am still not hungry. Or feeling grim for that matter. In fact, I feel tippety-top, v strange considering I managed not much sleep AGAIN last night. So much for extolling the virtues of Spicing Up My Broth, I spent the whole night with v queasy stomach. Coulda been industrial antibiotics on empty stomach, but I put a LOT of herbs into the soup. They encourage you to eat the broth because it has nutrients/electrolytes to stop dehydration from the 10 gallons of water you tend to drink a day, so I was determined not to let it escape. Lesson learnt. I have to get used to plain, boring broth. If Lawrence didn't ration my access to his salt sachets at work so vehemently, I'd be a-ok. Remind me to kick his @ss when I get home.

Apart for feeling queasy, when that passed at about 4am, I slept like a log and snoozed til gone-7am, so only had first McSlurry at 8am-ish, which is bad form. Tut. Then I decided (since I totally didn't fancy broth) that coconut water was in order. HELLLOOOO! It's SO tasty! I'm allowed 2 a day without cheating, so I'm all over that. Mmm. Might have one for afternoon tea.

I chatted to Andrew - he's looking v good on Day 4, besides frying himself at the beach yesterday. He keeps engaging me in conversations about what is 'coming out', he seems to get more and more disturbed by (if you're eating lunch, look away now) lumps of steak. As it's his 2nd time, he reckons it's easy to spot the psyllium husks and clay, so knows all this other stuff...isn't. Ewwww. Amy was intrigued by the indigestability of tomato skins. And how many tomatos she's eaten. Fascinating and minging at the same time. People keep pressing me to go to the morning meditation, and I'm not convinced yet. It's just hanging round in silence, being told how to breathe deeply etc, but at 7.30am my heart still belongs to my bed. Maybe if I sleep tonight I'll go. Freakishly I have so much energy during the day, even Everest isn't too bad. Tomorrow might be another story.

I have bees. And NIAGW. I'm trying not to throw any puns in. Must...resist...argh! I wish they would buzz off? I hive to get rid of them? They are beeing annoying? I am swarmped? They are crossing the great bee-vide? They are just stinging me along? Aaaaaaargh! Oh Beehave! But seriously, I have killed about 15 today in the bathroom, and they are hampering my sunbathing as they dive-bomb me on the terrace. And as a result I cannot spend time in the hammock, or leave all my windows open. I've had to rely on aircon. Life is HARD here, damnit!

I'm running out of trashy literature, so to pass some time I had a steam room thing and a clay facial this morning, and now (after McSlurry) I'm off for another back, neck and shoulder massage. Like I said - it's tough.

Hope all is ace where you are, thanks for all the emails, they are definitely appreciated.

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