Late shit on Sunday morning.

This, I dare to say, feels like an achievement for me, because normally on Sundays I oversleep, wake up way too relaxed, and I end up constipated 🙁

Birds chirping in distance, sun shining through the window, and a big turd splashing in the pool. This sounds like a great day!

You know, when you drink beer and the day after you’re all cluttered, well, I’ve decided to have dinner with milk and cereal after my two pints, I thought it might protect and stabilise my tummy.

Hell yeah, it worked! I slept fairly nice, and I have no stomach aching!

Although, once on the toilet, as I am now writing from…. the real pain came…

Luckily it ended rapidly, let me just flush off all of this rubbish!

Yesterday, pizza.

Today, floating dry turd.

To take a shit the day after a pizza, is getting mire and more difficult.

You know, at first I feel constipated, even farts find their way out hardly, then some loose shit gets on, but very slowly, then stop, I’m not able to continue…

All the day goes along with farts and my stomach hurting, but at one point, farts frequency increases dramatically, and I find myself sitting on my toilet, for the final movement.

Thus it has an end.