Man, this shit is hard. But I've been really good so far, and I'm proud of myself. Four godawful protein shakes a day, plus a gross faux power bar thingie. That's it. Ray says he's worried I'm starving myself to death. Well, yes, I am starving myself, but I assure you not to death. I've got far too much insulation for anyone to be worried about that.
Crap, now I can't remember what time I'm supposed to have my next shake. With the bonkers fashion week hours and no sleep, I'm all kerfluffled.