I love it. I miss it. Yesterday I started to feel ill, that stomach churning, throat contracting nausea that makes you curl up on the sofa wishing you could throw up 'cause you'd probably feel better. Sadly my stomach of iron was enjoying the fight. I can't work out if I've given myself food poisoning from frozen soup or have a normal tummy bug... surely food poisoning wouldn't last into the next day?? I'm wrapped in a blanket sitting on my sofa feeling hungry and sick in turns. So far I have resisted food in the hope of starving it out but I'm rubbish at this. I love food. I really enjoy eating. It's really annoying when it's involuntarily taken away from you. Fasting to show God you love him more than your own comfort is one thing, but feeling like your gonna puke and not being able to cheer yourself up with a some crisps dipped in caramelized onion humous is quite another... oh well at least it gives me the time to finish The Shack.