All right, great! I am wide awake, I went for a run, and my bowels never got to sleep.

Right now it is producing.

Can’t say I haven’t tried to put my bowels into sleep, but it just couldn’t.

Just a little turd is what they said

Something is keeping me awake…

Well, let’s just say, my intestines have to think for a while.

Yeah, I have philosophical bowels

I had a wonderful lunch. Great. Huge.

Thing is, I now have to recover. First shit at a great time!

Lately I ate stuff like I was an animal, I didn’t care about what it was or where it came.

I just ate and drank everything.

Good. Everything was good and nice and I was happy of doing so. But now I am experiencing the drawback….. 🔥

My arsehole burns, and I think I could stay on this toilet for ever.

Btw, taking a shit in the morning, even before breakfast, even before having anything said, it’s weird. This morning my first words came from my arse, and what it said was not pleasant at alll!

Heavy words

Ate dinner at the Indian restaurant, left, a little spliff, and I urged the toilet

We just arrived in a Bar called BAR, and I can shit.

Now I am free of choosing the right drink

My head hurts, my bowels took me awake the whole night, that wine compromised me.

Fuck. I can’t even focus on my shitting right now.

It’s brutal, but when it happens is normal. i shouldn’t have drank, I should have eaten something more. Health is important, intestines health is VITAL!

A little OT – but not much – I’ve decided for a little re-branding of my Instagram page. I’ve always used it for re-publishing my blog posts, but it’s stupid, it’s fucking time-keeping, and it just doubles what I already do on my website, so I want to set it as another thing. Probably Imma make some digestion health posts, and sone poop-meme related, and I’ve decided to take some help to run it. My helper will be ChatGPT

Some very spongy shit.

I was planning a little reprisal session after breakfast, but my girlfriend’s flatmate pierced in the bathroom.

I immediately got out and took the bus. Arrived home in ten minutes, gotta be at the office in thirty, forty minutes.

I am now sitting on my own toilet, home sweet home, and I am plenty of time to develop the right amount of poop. In this case there ain’t no actual right amount, it is what lighten me, it is what makes me live a placid day.

In the hope that’s all, I can now leave the bathroom and focus on the job.

See you later, toiletter

Yesterday I had lunch with pasta, Dinner with lentils. When I moved the duvet this morning I smelled the dump. Had to immediately seal the whole bed-setting and I had no intention of waking myself up.

Then, after five minutes of procrastinating in bed, something kicked in. I felt something moving inside my belly.

Had to abruptly wake up. Now I am on the toilet, my arse burns, the whole environment surrounding me is compromised. The bathroom is now toxic. Nobody can enter… nobody can get out. Trapped. Imma die here. Goodbye everyone. Life’s been nice!

Not so great…

I am farting all around, and all that I produced are just some dried prunes :/

I’m not particularly satisfied by the poop I’m pooping this morning.

Too much time has passed since I woke up, and my mind is elsewhere already..

Great! My stomach is now full, I am plenty of energy, and my day can begin.

Very untrue. I’m missing a step here, doing some shit.

Yesterday I took a huge burger, and two pints with climbing mates, I loved it, but my bowels hate beer, so this morning, as expected, is lamenting. The way to express their disapproval is keeping me peeled to the toilet seat.

Great!

First half. Then I’lll have breakfast.

I couldn’t wait for the whole thing :/

Ahhh some shit! God save the shit!