My personal record is 48 hours.

Hathcock laid in a jungle field for 4 days with only his rifle, a canteen, a million bugs, and NVA soldiers trained to kill him. And he made his shot.

What do we have to complain of?

Meanwhile, I've been drinking and eating, and getting fat. No excuse.

March, and thus Spring, are here. And Corona-chan might be livening things up, too.

Time to harden the fuck back up.

Wish me luck, gentlemen. If I fail, I'll let you know.

Thus, my next meal is this Friday, @6:30 pm PST.