I wanted to go get new glasses today, but once my dad made me drive all the way across town, I parked the car, only to discover that the place was closed. Fantastic. My glasses broke last week, and I've been relying on my contacts, which I absolutely hate, but I have no choice right now.
I haven't eaten since around noon yesterday, so this fast is a lot longer than I realized. No wonder this fast is so much more difficult than usual. I have no problem with 24 hour fasts, but I passed that mark hours ago. Passing through the kitchen, I ate a tiny piece of lox without even realizing (33). So now I guess I'll hop on the treadmill for half an hour, if not longer. Actually, I think I'll just go until I collapse. Seems fitting.
I hate myself.