All right. I woke myself up pretty early, in this beginning of the weekend, but I am going hiking with a friend. It might be cool.

Now, the first thing a hiker needs is to be as light as possibile, unburdened from anything unnecessary.

I haven’t done it properly, been sitting here for half an hour and I only deployed a single mid-turd. It is mid coz I know how big they can be, it seems just half of it.

Well, let’s see if I’ll be shitting again today

This morning I am sprouting little balls, little tiny balls of shit. They have no personality, they simply are, they exist. But they have no meaning.

GM, some stuff is already in the hole, gotta wait for the twin to reach the brother though.

I’m in no mood for waiting, just get out and free me plz

Some kind of hard dry stool. At the beginning

Some very soft, high in gas turds. At the end

A little sum up: I haven’t taken a shit in more than 30 hours. I drank a bottle of wine before dinner. I turned of on the sofa for some 4 hours. I opened my eyes at 3 o’clock, insomniac, I went running at first daylight. Now I am back. First things first, let’s try to push some turds out.

It works. I should be feeling happy, but my mental status keeps me from it. I am a little content though, I can say that.

Now, okay, but where’s the rest? It should have been much more than this :/

Eventually I spent the day not taking a shit at all. I emptied a bottle of red wine before dinner, and I fell asleep. Now I am awake, been sleepless for almost a hour now. Feel like my belly is full of shit. Fucking telling lies. C’mon! It is clear AF, there’s evil inside! Just pull it off! Just make me live! Just let me be! Just… just… just empty! My life as it is now. Empty AF

Fucking spent twenty minutes sitting on the toilet. WITH NO RESULT WHATSOEVER.

The say starts badly

Fucking hottest summer is making my sleep poor as ever. I wake up in the morning just because I see the light, bur my body stays in the grey zone. My shit is still locked inside. I gotta rush to get to the office, but I am blocked inside my bathroom. Chained to my toilet

The burden is too heavy to pull up. AND i SHOULD PUSH IT OUT!

Okay, so I went for a run, had breakfast, took some rest. NOOOW my bowels are ready.

Shit deployed. It was a ton. Now it keeps floating

I thought I could shit more today, I really thought, as I was farting the worst yesterday evening before going to sleep. Well, all right. I guess I’ll just need to wait… 😕

It’s too hot outside.

I’ll stay home and have some shit. Again.

Huge turds.

The weekend is frenzy for my bowels

Eventually comes the reprisal shit I was waiting for. It was a matter of survival.

This shit resembles clay, after two days of forgetting it on top of the table. Not completely dried, not even soft enough. Just ugly.

At least I feel much better now.

First hangover in a very long timespan.

First turd is almost inconsistent.

The second doesn’t even exist.

Inside me it’s the universe in its birth. Big Bang.

I don’t understand what I am talking about.

I’ll just sleep now. I’ll lett my bowels wake me up when it feels like

One week pause from my workout, now my shit habits are delayed in the evening

A thin brown line