Hi? Day 9...sigh. Food.

Well, my back pain is gone, my teeth are no longer sensitive, I am down a size in clothing, I have energy and feel great...however, I AM DYING FOR A SPICY CHICKEN QUESADILLA.

Even though I am drinking the same amount of "lemonade" as I have been through this whole thing, I am getting hungrier faster. I think my body is like, hi? Can I have real food now? So, I think tomorrow will be my last day. Then what happens is you drink OJ for a day and then the next day you introduce vegetable broth that you made and then either that day or the day after you get to eat the veggies that were in the soup. It's basically just water and vegetables with a little sauce...(HAHAHA I typed sauce. You can tell what I am thinking about...I MEANT salt.) But its still the best thing that will ever pass your lips when you haven't eaten food in 10 days.

Cars
So I never got to talk about cars!

On monday I dropped my car off at the most awesome, Matt's Auto Body -- recommeded by Willo. You might recall that my ex-landlady, who's cat I am temp to perm housing, backed into my car with her truck tailgate.

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My little cutie car is in the shop all week and her insurance company is paying for a rental. Luckily, it's right around the corner from the auto body place so, I walked over there and guess what my car was? A brand new MUSTANG. SAWEET! Actually, it was a stupid 4 door Ford Taurus but they totally upsold me and I was like, what the hell. Its only $5 bucks a day. $25 and I get to drive around and feel like I am in highschool for a week. Heh.

There wasn't any gas in the car so they sent it out with a worker to fill the tank. When I got in it after he brought it back, it smelled like unwashed, human body. It permeated the car for that WHOLE DAY and finally went away, but, because I am on this detox, my sense of smell is so strong right now so it was particulary painful. And also, because I am on this detox, I got paranoid that the smell was actually ME (that can happen) especially since when I wansn't in the car it never left my nostrils. It was, like, burned into my olfactory glands.

The first day I drove it down to work I was afraid to drive in the fast lane because, if you just tap the gas pedal, the silly thing does 0-60mph. That fear was greatly diminished on the ride home.

*hi-speed gear shifting sound here*

The second day, I felt like a total fraud driving the car. I mean, I am really not a brand-new-mustang-kinda-girl right now. Maybe 15 years ago with the hair and the leopard spandex...but not now. I was feeling especially fraud-y when parking on the street in my neighborhood in front of crack park where all the men hang around on the corner. "Mamacita!" Hmmm. How do you say, "it's a rental" in Spanish.

The third day, I felt like an ass driving around in it. I mean, isn't your idea of a sports-car-driving-person a stupid jock guy? That car, though looking very handsome, just says, Hi. I'm an asshole.

I was gonna give it back but then my auto body place called and said my car would be down Wednesday or Thursday and I was like, ahhh hell. I'll just keep it. I do highly expect the car to get stolen from my neighborhood tho.