The Bear

I broke my liquid fast yesterday before consciously picking it back up at ten (it's been thirteen hours now). The time frame feels so surreal, because I slept off and on for the entire day. I had taken a Seroquel in the afternoon to ease my insomnia-addled mind, and it put me out completely. I only remember a few events, which I will list in chronological order (let it be known that Seroquel gives one the munchies, probably akin to marijuana):

1. I fall asleep for several hours
2. I hear a musical knock on the door, and question whether or not it's real... before opening it and receiving a pair of boots (a belated Christmas present) from my mom.
3. I go back to sleep
4. I receive a phone call from my 'boyfriend (whatever he is).' He's unhappy that I don't sound excited to hear from him.
5. I put a potato in the microwave
6. I fall asleep for several hours
7. I wake up and reheat the potato
8. ***big blur***
9. I wake up at ten in the morning. My food is logged, my painting has some new additions (more leaves have been added to the trees), and I have to be at work in three hours. This was such a lovely day off. I can't wait to do it next weekend. 

Fast: 11/72

Weight: 114 113 112 111 110 109 108 107 106 105 104 103 102 101 100 99 98 97 96 95

Height: 5'4"

Points:  VII