master cleanse aborted by the end of day 1

man, last time i did this thing was april 2006 in newport beach california. last 6 days, and got so bored that i started having anxiety attacks. i spent all day in 95 degree burbank, buying car wash supplies and roasting in the abject valley heat. i watched casey and gozza eat polish dogs and split a churro in front of me, but that didn't affect me. it's when i went into trader joes to get wine for these post production gift baskets. after a day of nothing but lemonade, trader joes was beyond epic, a true thanksgiving or cornacopia of delicious food. even the produce was calling my name, singing me songs like the tulips in alice in wonderland. i couldn't buy a thing. i held off. i came home, wandered the house, and realized that daylight savings was making everything worse. i was bored. it's 7pm and i am a night owl. 6 more hours till i can even fathom the chance of sleep. six more hours, and i failed indeed. failed worse than any custard, stalin, hippies, and atkins combined. i wanted chicken. gozza and i ran off to vons, picked up some meat. olive oil, sesame oil, garlic, and two lemons. chicken sizzlin'. here i am again. awake again.