I'm almost considering breaking my liquid fast juuuuust for dinner tonight, and juuuuust eating a mouse-portion of dinner because I am making literally the most epic dinner ever tonight! You have no idea! Here's a disclaimer for some really detailed food-excitement:  I'm going to roast asparagus, yellow squash, and white and sweet potatoes with garlic and a little bit of olive oil, and I'm also going to make an avocado and black bean salad with some type of home-made dressing. Eeeek! Why do I get so fucking excited about food I can't even eat? Goodness. I should be good but I'm bad, bad, bad. Maybe I'll just take a little plate, and only eat the food that I can fit on that plate. So that'll be like, one piece of each type of vegetable, maybe a few pieces of lettuce and a slice of avocado... hm. That won't be disastrous. But nonetheless, I said I wasn't eating and I shouldn't eat. Oh, this internal conflict. It's always over food. Always food.