it's the last twenty minutes of the fast that get me.
i managed just fine today. i was in school from one to six. i managed to suffer through the break when everyone was eating. it's so funny how when i'm not eating, the most random foods are mouth-watering. i tried explaining the whole fast thing to Tracy. she looked kind of confused, as if Yom Kippur had come early, when i told her i wasn't eating today. but as a kind gesture, she ate her salad outside the lab, instead of at our table when she heard my stomach protesting the lack of food.

i went shopping for my mom, went to say mazal tov to my friend who had a baby, meet my godson, came home, set the table, and now i'm sitting and waiting those last few minutes till i can break my fast on that cup of orange juice that's waiting for me....