The cake is from a place called Yasukochi in Japantown, San Francisco. Yelp it. They're famous for this cake. Kyle loved it. Buddy, his girlfriend, loved it. Mika, my cousin, loved it. Daryl, Mika's boyfriend and my college friend, loved it. I...smelled it.
Thanks Kyle.
It smelled so good. Like toffee and marshmellows and coffee and yellow and good. I stood my ground, though, and just made some lemonade:
Easy Friday night. Watched Dave Chapelle's Block Party on DVD and had some lemonade. And smelled Coffee Crunch Cake. And pooped something very very hot. Today was a good day.
That's right. I pooped something hot this evening. I had the usual this morning. I never usually go at night.
Except tonight.
It was around 9:30 pm. Mika and Daryl just got to my place. I was on the couch and I felt the system stirring. I ran to the bathroom and dropped off something different and interesting. I didn't have the yellow liquid that usually accompanies my "movements". It was dark and semi-solid and HOT. Not spicy hot but temperature hot. I believe that this is a good sign. Hot is supposed to be an indication that there are a lot of toxins in that bad boy. I had no idea I had so much stuff inside me. Grody. Day 9 and still there's stuff. Wow.
Anyway, still feeling good! I had a tired few hours today but I'm back to my good energy. Same old, same old. Still have the coat. Still have the bad breath. Still thinking about extending my fast. I was leaning towards just ending it on Day 10 but after I had that hot elimination, I am now wondering how much of that stuff is still in there. I definitely want it out. I haven't made up my mind yet. I guess we'll all find out tommorrow.
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