I crafted some at my girlfriend’s place, we had breakfast together, then I headed back home. Some good pause is a nice choice. Healty.
Better not to push harder than my body could handle.
I chose to go home by feet, taking the bus would have meant waiting still, farts destroying me from inside, as I couldn’t vent in such a crowded place – they gave death sentences for mass homicide for less the guilt – so I took a walk, and after half an hour I hame sitting on my personal throne. Gooooood.
Good. I feel much better now. The pain is gone. The stink just stays, though