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Colon has continued to be a bastard. I am tired of feeling like shit all the time. Sometimes I tell myself I am never going to eat again, but just like clockwork, I do. And then feel shitty again.

Hung out with my dad today, which was alright. The weather was nice. I broached the subject of Thanksgiving with him. I thought he would be all, "no thanksgiving!" like last year, but he seemed cool with me making stuff. I couldn't really get a read on him, as to whether or not he wanted to do it or if he's just humoring me (he doesn't seem to be overly happy or sad about it), but I guess even if he is humoring me, I'd rather be humored than not have a thanksgiving.