QOD: Your body is your temple. Cut out addictive substances for the day and see how much purer you feel.

My body is my temple, huh? Okay, for one day, no addictive substances.

I heard exercise is addictive. No worries, mate. Okay, okay—you’re talking about chemical addictions. (Which means I get to gamble? No?)

Nicotine: No longer a problem, dude. Never was a huffer, so you can cross that off.

Heroin, cocaine, etc.: No biggie. Haven’t used illegal substances for years. Well, not for the last couple weeks anyway, and Jude won’t have his new selection until Sunday.

Caffeine: Ouch! Coffee, tea, No-Doze… So I’m sluggish. I’ll take the day off and avoid the potluck. Betsy always brings that damn chocolate cake of hers anyway, and I guess that’s addictive, too.

Alcoholic beverages: Shit. Now, does a day mean while the sun is shining? You didn’t mean that 24 hours thing, right?

Food: Can’t argue with the chemical components chasing around the supermarket. Getting tougher here, but okay. You can live for, what? Two weeks sans food?

Water: Definitely not going outside or exercising and I get control of the TV remote.

Oxygen: Got me there, pal. I’m just not that much into purity.