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Dishes are clean and put away. Pots and pans are in the drying rack. Living room's a mess, but a manageable one. I'll throw some stuff away and clean up the coffee table. Organize my games.

Got back from a great rendition of Glengarry Glen Ross by David Mamet, featuring some of my comrades from the Laramie Project. Tomorrow: Journalistic interview with one of the actors from the play. A test I should pretty easily ace. A rally to help stop Canada from being ridden further into the shit by creeps in Parliament. Busy day.

I should get some sleep, but I'm too wired.

Started writing in my food journal. Feeling more confident. Lost fourteen pounds since September. Started drinking V-8, for fuck's sakes. Got a bottle of it in the fridge.

I've gotten a rush of exhilaration, of energy. I don't know how long it'll last, but it should be good for a while. I think I can power through tomorrow.

The urge to turn my brain off and play video games is strong.

I want to so bad, but I can't. I have to start saying no to myself.

I fucked up my visit with Andrea. Was going to meet her at 2:10 - slept in till 2:00. Missed the bus to get there faster, so I took my bike, cursing myself the entire way over till I was yelling at myself to shut up like a crazy person. I need to stop doing that.

I need to stop giving in and be stronger than this.

So go to bed, Tito. Just go to bed. You haven't had anything to eat, you're not going to leave anything digesting in your stomach.

Go to bed and get some rest.