Fasting

Hello, you. I am not eating for 10 days. Crazy? Eh, pretty normal considering my life. For example, here is what happened today.
Woke up with stomach rumbling like tsunami waves, after not eating at all yesterday. Laxative from last night feels like a 20 (about 9 kilos) pound weight on my bladder, I mix 2 table spoons full of salt (uniodized sea salt) with 14 ounces of water. I drink carefully trying not to puke, takes about 5 minutes. I walk, I stumble, stomach again rumbles. I run to the bathroom. After three hours and tanning naked in my back yard, and drinking 7 glasses of water, I feel good again. I take my mother her bike. Walking back a gay guy approaches me (in his car) as I walk on the sidewalk, offering to pay to suck my... yep, gay guys are just as horny and desperate as single straight guys. I make it home after a strange girl honks at me in her red Honda Civic. Guys with mustaches get a lot of attention where I live.
Home. I swing on the porch. I read Tolstoy. I read a "learn spanish yourself book." The bushes shake, dead leaves move and the cat emerges with a lizard in her mouth. Dog is in chase. Hungry, so I drink water. Marijuana seeds will not grow, bummer! Puppy tomorrow, music school cost too much, those reasonable discount. Girlfriend watches friend's baby. She loves babies. Hot tubes sterilize seaman. Thank God. Gas is high. I learn too play "Coldplay" on piano. Watch the History channel. I wonder... why is my life so pointless, simple pleasures keep me floating. I worry what will happen when I'm bored with life. Suicide seems eminent in the future.