The morning after

P.S. - the previous post was written last night, after a pretty decent supper. Its now 11:04 AM, I'm not really focusing on work anymore, and starting to get to where I don't really see the point in fasting. My thoughts are on my stomach more than on the great meaning of Jewish continuity. I move we only fast until noon, or make a point to eat only in "shiurim" - little bits at a time, considered to still be fasting.
Something to be said for haredi women who are nearly always pregnant or nursing - they can usually get out of fasting if they like. The rest of the haredi lifestyle is a big sacrifice but I'd say its almost worth it. I did once think about trying it but it (being pregnant or nursing, not haredi) didn't really work out that way. Some friends of mine just get ultra-convenient 24-hr stomach viruses. That could work too, although I sincerely hope they feel better soon :)
Maybe I'm just an inferior Jew, but see what 25 hour fasting turns me into? I'm not really a better person for the day, in fact I'm more irritable. I'm not very productive. I had some inspiration for an evening, whoop-de-do. I suppose maybe my being an irritable person is an appropriate sacrifice for the meaning of the day - which I am already forgetting in my hunger. I even have to go back and read what I wrote last night to remember it, and my reading comprehension is starting to falter too. The questions beg themselves.......