Day 9 - mornings are good.

If mornings felt like evenings, I could juice forever.

Evenings are becoming harder and harder for me to keep up the Raw Juice Protocol. I am finding that my energy decreases at night, and the castle walls seem to weaken against the onslaught of smells, sights, and thoughts of food. Last night I had a small bowl of organic creamy tomato soup, and a part of me felt like I was cheating. Christine made a delicious egg-plant pasta soup, and I felt not detached from, and attracted to the food, all at the same time. Really strange.

Then, playing the "bean bag tossing game" with Sky, I found it easybfor Sky to push my buttons. He says weird nonsensical things and makes weird faces at in-opportune times just to get a reaction out of me. Last night, he was the puppet master and I was the puppet. I was feeling really annoyed with him.

Oh my god, just as I am blogging, I realized that I am describing myself. I make weird faces. I act weird at strange times. I say weird things just for the reaction. I do all of that. All Sky is doing is holding up a mirror for me to look at myself. Interesting insight, indeed. I am not annoyed at Sky at all. I am annoyed at my own mannerisms that he is reflecting back to me.