The Morning After

So, after a day of just fruit juice, I made a really humongous pot of vegetable soup. I had a bowl at around 10pm. It was so strange. It kind of felt like an out of body experience. Like, I knew I was eating and even tasting, but somehow it wasn't registering on a concrete level. Maybe it's just because I don't like vegetable soup. Justin came over and ate some too, and then called me this morning to tell me that every time he eats something I cook he feels sick the next day. So charming.