20 hours 'til D Day

So, I'm starting the master cleanse in the morning tomorrow and I'm really looking for a psychadelic, religious, transformative experience. I wanna feel seriously cleaned out. I think my brain needs a reboot more than my intestines do, so hopefully those two go hand in hand.

I had kind of a last meal last night -- bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries at Bowery, which was very delicious. I was kind of obsessed with the young, date-y hollywood crowd. All the girls were halter-topped or backless. Several tables of just single ladies, lots of guys in their weekend shirts. I felt a little like I was in Boston. Anyway,since I'm going to see Rebel Without a Cause tonight in the cemetery (hence a picnic dinner[probably from Joan's, from where I've also just ordered lunch]), I used last night as my indulgent last supper. It was also my last boozy night, consisting of 2 martinis, half a bottle of wine and, yuck, a Bud Light.

My weight today is 167 (which is so fucking annoying, as I worked out 6 goddamn times this week and did not lose a pound). I'm not really doing the cleanse to lose weight, but I'm looking forward to that by-product. My goal weight is 160 (actually, 159). Should be doable, right?

Since I am going to have so much free time, what with the not going to the market twice a day, and the not cooking any meals, and the not having any hangovers, I figured I would blog in gory detail about my adventure. I promise to be candid. Say a little prayer for me. But really say a prayer for Tommy Ferguson, who passed away on Thursday after a tough struggle with cancer. Tommy was just an awesome guy.