Even if yesterday I spent the day climbing outdoors with my friends, and then some pizza, followed by some beers, AND I WAS PRETTY MUCH TIRED, I ended up waking myself up at 06:15 AM.
Ok, fine! I always listen to my body!
This morning, it is telling me to lift myself from the cocoon of bedsheet I created during the night, and have a shit.
How did my body communicate that to me?
Simple! I was making farts. One after the other, they were shorter, the first one was 3-4 seconds, the second one was 1-2, and the last one was just a brisk sound. After that, only my toilet knows exactly what did it have to go through!
Well, my Sunday can now begin!
the Shy Tird 