Day number I DON’T FUCKING REMEMBER of my detox and it’s going OK.
I get to introduce some more substance into my system on Wednesday. Oh. Joy.
I do this twice a year or whatever because, I dunno, I must have read it was good for you or something. I don’t remember. Nothing is making sense right now. All I’m hopeful for is that my skin had better be glowing and my internal organs detoxified and grateful for this.
I drew a little picture of the only darn-tootin’ thing I can think of right now for your viewing pleasure.