Had breakfast. Milk and cereals.

Second poop.

I just love it… waking up, a little cuddle to my cat…sitting down on the toilet, breathing calmly…

A MASSIVE SHIT GETTING OUT OF MY ARSEHOLE!!!!

I feel good

Back home.

Finally shit.

It’s bad.

I feel better.

Wait, I WILL feel better, only after this painful stuff

I woke up at 5, spent some minutes farting on the toilet, but you know, nothing happened.

Had breakfast, got back to the toilet, where I am now.

Nothing happened.

Nothing’s happening!

Sad.

I’m sad.

As I mentioned earlier, I skipped one day of shit. My bowels was not in-sync, and I spent the whole day on a charter boat with my friends…

Just guess any of them on what was the worst part of the day: they all going to answer: my farts.

Finally, now that I’m home, I can keep up the lost pace, relieving myself from the burden.

Had no shit yesterday?

Yeah, why not to take it over today?

Nope.

I mean, get over with it!

Nope

Cmon….

Just a pebble. More like a stone… hell, it was heavy….

But I feel a lot of shit is still inside!!

Friday night party? I woke up late, I didn’t have shit.

I don’t know, I don’t even feel so bad…

Feel burdenede

Taking a shit today was nice and easy…

Sure…

Well it was! At least for the part I was able to make this morning… but I think I will be called back at noon …