I Could Tell You...

Day 18

...but then I'd have to kill you.

Yes, today I was a secret agent. I did many secretive things that, but as the title says, I can't tell you about them. However I can tell you that this book thinks I have much more free time than I actually do. First it tells me to do something during my lunch break, now it tells me to wave at a gray car at 1:00? I don't have a lunch break, and I have crew at 1:00. So I didn't manage to accomplish that. Probably one of the most difficult things I've done so far, however, was the final task of the day: eating the piece of paper where my secret tasks were written. I was somewhat saved by the fact Aaron had joined me on my adventure, meaning we had to split the paper in half to eat it. But god, it was terrible. I felt the ink seeping down my throat as I chewed this soggy ball of impossible that refused to be torn apart. I have a new-found respect for the structural integrity of paper. And it tasted like burning poison mixed with garbage juice, but worse. We eventually downed it in about four pieces with water, like a pill. It was one of the most disgusting things I've consumed so far in my life, not only because it tasted so awful, but because I kept thinking about all the ink and chemicals in it. My whole body tasted bad afterwords.

You don't think eating paper is bad at all, I know- neither did I. but try eating half of an extra-thick extra-strong, ink covered page. Even just grab something with ink on it from the recycling bin or something, I'm sure you will at least begin to appreciate the difficulty of it. Or don't. If it's not clear from the above descriptions, I would actually not advise eating paper.