103 days and 3 hours.
I’ve not posted as much here as I’d hoped or planned, mostly due to a simple lack of time (I should be sleeping right now!), but also because the changes in my behaviour and appetites didn’t feel as intense or exciting as the earlier posts detail.
But I’ve come to realise that doesn’t mean they’re no fun. See, the body gives up. after a few weeks without he need doesn’t go away, but it subsides from the crazy levels where you bounce of the walls. Hands that would wander south without direction stop trying when they’re reminded often enough of the plastic casing.
In a word, it submits.









