In an effort to become a super-human being and live forever, I've started "The Master Cleanse" today.
Ok, well I don't really want to live forever, nor do I believe this cleanse will result in my becoming a super-human but I haven't written for quite some time and I have a predilection towards the fantastic whenever I start pounding away on a keyboard. Alright, so this is day one, the beginning of day one and the first of what will hopefully be ten straight, uninhibited, strong and willful days of this apparently amazing cleanse laid-out in succinct form by Tom Woloshyn in his fabulous book, pictured above.
At this point I'm like . . . three-and-a-half hours in so really, anything could happen but I'm quite positive that I can make it to the end of this thing. If this is the same body which propelled me thought all the decidedly less-honourable marathons of drugs, alcohol and forced wakefulness I put myself through during those wasteful university years, then, (barring the discovery of any supreme damage I may have done myself) I know this body can take it and will rise up at the end rejuvenated.
My mind however, is another tale indeed. By far the weakest of my organs is the one that apparently lounges like a dazed garden slug in the scalding beams of direct sunlight in the caverns of my skull. Most times I curse my feeble mind and its seeming inability to cope with life effortlessly as everyone else seems to manage. This time though, I only ask that it stay with me and keep focused company of my other parts and most importantly, my loved ones whom have to bear me while I take this latest whim out for a spin. If I can maintain my sanity throughout, and even learn a thing or two, then this will have been a worthy venture indeed.
Well, I'm thirsty now. And it's a good thing too because I can't really be hungry.
Out.
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