I'm sitting in Hollywood Forever cemetery sipping on lemon juice and getting ready to hear the dead speak to me. Supposedly this diet makes SOME PEOPLE psychic after a few days. But I've heard nothing but the Hot Pockets jingle on a loop in my head for the past 24 hours.
I got so weak walking here that I asked my boyfriend to push me in a purple 99 Cent Store shopping cart with trash and weave in it that we gloriously stumbled across. After removing the ponytail, he pushed me about half a mile through the streets of Hollywood as I whined about my headache. When we got here, though, one chug of the lemon stuff was enough to totally rejuvenate me.
Besides a little fatigue, I feel pretty great. But I wonder what this cleanse would be like if I didn't have somebody to make all the drinks for me, listen to me complain, and push me for miles in a shopping cart.
Oh well! I guess we'll never know!!