A little sum up: I haven’t taken a shit in more than 30 hours. I drank a bottle of wine before dinner. I turned of on the sofa for some 4 hours. I opened my eyes at 3 o’clock, insomniac, I went running at first daylight. Now I am back. First things first, let’s try to push some turds out.
It works. I should be feeling happy, but my mental status keeps me from it. I am a little content though, I can say that.
Now, okay, but where’s the rest? It should have been much more than this 
the Shy Tird 