So now I'm eating dry meat, warmed slightly, with a pound of wet leaves and about a gallon of water a day. I look at people, and they look like bags of Skittles. Two of my co-workers were inadvertently standing next to each other and I saw nothing but Twix. It was awkward explaining to them why I was gnawing at their shirts trying to tear open the package. Man it's nuts losing weight. I've stopped the cross country trek for right now. I'm basically in Irwindale right now. Think I'll just park it here for a couple of weeks and eat twigs and leaves for a while and then try the bike again. The reason? Well, I overheard my bike talking to some other bikes at how it hated me and wanted me to die. Apparently I've been too much for him to bear; his frame was shuddering at the mere thought of my riding any further. So here we are. Irwindale. 40ish miles from where I started. And that took how many months? Oh god. I need a baguette.