As soon as I open my eyes, my bowels wish me good morning, in a very peculiar way. They use morse code, fart morse code.

They say ‘Good Morning my lord, after this little chit chat, we really need to spend some time with you on the toilet’

After that I had breakfast, ignoring their needs.

Now I am in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth, set everything for the shower, but in the meanwhile my bowels were expressing their disappointment, in a way I can’t tell.

In the end I pleased them, and I sat on the throne.

Now we are finally happy together

Uhm… third tird of the day.

I guess I am healthy!

To be fair, I am wasting a lot of time sitting on my toilet lately…

Gimme some more.

My slumber was trippy, in a bad way. I ate beers and trash food. And it was late. And I had troubles digesting it. And I slept badly. And

Now I am deeply full of trash shit

I was not expecting another pile of crap. But I gotta say it’s welcome!

Just a matter of time. If I feel something still inside me, I wait. After some time, everything will come.

Right. Ejected!

Late morning. Late shit. Problematic shit

A little more shitty before lunchy

This morning it gets out easily ☺️

Having a shit at this time of the day is not easy at all. It is indeed hard. Yeah, hard. Hard turds piled senseless one on top of the other, with fart gaps in between them. They are difficult to be deployed. But I am trying anyways, I am trying to relieve my slumber!

Great. Some is gone!

Now I am ready to pop. Had breakfast with hot milk and cold pie. I hope the temperature contrast will make it work.

Yesterday, I ate a lot both for lunch and for dinner. My body should have spent the night transforming it into something useful for the planet, now I am waiting for it to be expelled.

But I guess I should have breakfast first…

My girlfriend still has stuff at her ex husband.

Today I am helping her moving her stuff.

I had diarrhoea. I am now shitting at her ex’s bathroom.

No more words needed

When I am this drowsy, I find it difficult to send connections to my bowels. My brain is disconnected to my body, it just want to think about stuff, deep thoughts, dreams. Philosophical matter.

But in the end, everything is just crap