Yesterday I was celebrating because of my long no-constipation streak. But this morning taking a shit got hard. I was in between constipation and difficult shit, luckily, in the end it ended up with the second.

Yes, I made it. Shit deployed. But it was scary, you know, the depiction of having all this burden taken with me the whole Saturday was just too much. It’s a good metaphor for life…

In the end everything went marvellously.

Nice.

Another little turd comes out.

Lovely day. White noises on the background, some birds singing, my toilet splashing. It’s poop.

It’s a fair 8/10, today.

AND, I’m on a no-constipation streak! More than one week!

Uh! SOME MORE SHIT!

Utter satisfaction

Un-constipated shit.

Totally the opposite/

On a buffer between soft and loose, mid-way

7/10

Uh… more shit? AT THIS TIME?

Ok…

The environment today is very relaxed, birds singing, the sun is obscured by the clouds, only a little. Everything shall be perfect…

Indeed, my shit was perfect. It came out All at once, almost solid, just soft enough to feel nice, smooth.

All perfect, but my mind is in turmoil. Shame.

I think our brains need an arsehole too, a lot of shit to be taken care of!

A new day begins, with an astounding amount of crap left behind

You know what? MORE SHIIT!

Please stop

I woke up in the middle of the night, strong headache and bowels pulsing.

It took me almost thirty minutes, but I deployed a lot if shit. Took so much, it made my cat worrying for me, he entered the loo to check.

Luckily I was almost done, so I got back to sleep with him.

…and this was what happened during the night.

Right now, just woke up. Utterly wrecked.

I slept very poorly. My headache is still there.

I need some more shit.

Shit.