My night was harsh. Couldn’t get why, mostly anxiety I guess.
NOPE, it was because of those fried pastry-filled-mozzarella-thinghyies I had for lunch. As soon as I woke up I created a little pile of shit. It’s more like a miniature Mountain.
Trust me, it’s like when you use a shovel and you move fresh soil into s new pile. Exactly the same.N
ow, about my health…. still questioning
the Shy Tird 