If you read my blog yesterday, you already know I'm having a bit of trouble with my desire to eat. No, I'm not hungry exactly. Just really cranky. Today was better, I didn't scream even once and I only threw myself to the floor and flopped around like, maybe three times. I fed a homeless guy, because after yesterday, I know what it's like to want to eat. I fed his dog, too. There was something in that dogs eyes that mirrored my own. I think it was the knowledge that he would never again be allowed to eat Oreo Ice Cream Sandwiches. Then again, the dog was very thin, if he had an Oreo Ice Sandwich he certainly could eat it. He'll never be able to buy one, though. Dogs have no money. They have no money because they have no pockets. I bought celery, lots and lots of celery. I just kept crunching away. It cured my need to chew, but it sure didn't help my need to TASTE. I only called 911 the one time. The operator assured me I would not die simply because I "thought" I might, but that I could possibly be arrested for crying and complaining on an emergency line. It was then I realized that I tend to babble when I'm feeling deprived. But incoherent ranting or not, I have followed my diet for two whole days.