I've said it once, and I'll probably be saying this for the rest of my life: I hate fasts.

This one, having been a 24-hour fast, was more painful than most. And you know how people say that during a fast your mind opens itself to enlightment? Well, the only epiphany that I had today was that I don't like being hungry.

Actually, that's not strictly true. In a very bizzare moment, I looked at my external IR sensor and started thinking how I could modify it to be an intersteller attack vehicle. It was only when I loaded up my favorite CAD program and was making diagrams that I realized what I was doing.

It's been an hour since the end of the fast and I still don't feel quite sane yet. You know, I've heard once that people who haven't slept in 36 hours are considered legally insane. (This isn't something that should be mentioned to collage students, who might actually test this.) I wonder if there's something similar for food/drink deprivation? There probably isn't, since too many people tend to collapse from dehydration before they get to see the pink elephants.

I think I'm gonna go demolish another few cubic feet of food...