So basically my life has become an endless series of line dances and conga lines. I got in one earlier that I swear I stayed in for like two hours. Occasionally I get some food and water. Annette tells me I’m not eating enough. I told her that if she loves food so much that she should marry it. If I want to live off of celery carrot sticks over the next 46 hours, that’s my choice, I’ve got a figure to maintain here.

Pretty sure I’m still there mentally. Admittedly I’m starting to feel a little bit of physical strain, but I’m pretty sure I’m fine. Legs feeling like jello is normal, right? This Jester outfit gets pretty hot, but I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to take it off. If Jimmy wants this thing back he’s gonna have to rip it off my cold dead body when this thing is over. You know where to find my Coyne, I’ll be here all weekend. That’s all for now. Until next time, FTK and let mirth prevail in situations where kids are not involved.

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By Hal Dworkin, Assistant Phroth Phest Chair/Person Standing Up for 46 Straight Hours

· Tags: THON 2010

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