Some days I reckon I shall open a blog about insomnia. I’ve just spent one of those night in which I feel like I would not exist at all.

In the end, the very first moment after the mindstorm I find myself lucid enough to think clearly is this, while I sit on the toilet. Waiting for some shit to come out. Looks like my lack of sleep impedes my strengths though.

This post is unadventurous, uninteresting, undone. Still very much realistic of my dull life, encumbered by this fucking big problem of sleep.

Btw, I left some turds behind. All good. I can now forget the rest. If you take a shit, then nothing else matters.

My workday is finally over, I could freely go to the gym-

…Though wait a minute! I’m about to lose some weight!

T-t-t-tird down the hole!

Nice.

I had to wait at least 25 minutes before something started to shoot out.

Eventually, some cream fell inside the pool.

My work-week could now begin

I noticed I struggle having a shit in no-routine days.

It’s sunday, I woke myself up late, not had any shit. Now nothing seems to get out.

Climbing my weight down. More shit is coming! I am finally freeeeeee!

0.8 kilos of shit in less than 10 hours. Impressive!

Before this shat I was 66.6 kg, There’s clearly something evil in it!

After a long and painful shit, I am not even back to my average weight, half a kilogram of shit. This, though, is still something!

What to say?
Let’s just say I have been feeling quite wrong for days now, constipation, difficulties in farting, What’s up?!?!?!

I feel like there’s a whole cargo shit inside me! C’moooooon let’s get rid of it!

…not without pain though…

According to what I felt inside me yesterday, I shall have loads of shit to expel, piled up for days. Nevertheless, I only pooped some dry tirds, idle pieces of shit. Not satisfying at all.

I am having some issues today. No shit in the morning (even if I sat there for 45 minutes). Loads of farts. A lot is gone already, some are still inside, punching me within.

I’ve just realised I am not eating fruit these days. I noticed from my clogged shit. I mean it is in its way out, I feel it in my inner anus, but it just doesn’t want to get out

Back on the technical stuff.

Since I feel crap hidden inside me, I am trying to stimulate it out using this technique of mine (which I don’t think I invented), it consists of stretching my anus in and out alternately. After a few movements, the bowels shall activate, and burst it all out.

This time is taking longer than usual, I fee it coming, at the same time is getting late, at the same time I can’t start my day with such a burden within my body!

Well well well, here we go again. I had some beers and I slept less than I firmly need to get through with my day. My belly’s weighted, my shit is still inside. I am constipated.

There’s this friend of mine who’s getting abroad, one year in Peru. Very nice indeed! Whatever was the reason to drink though, even if the nobler one, I have to cope with the fact that I simply cannot afford it. My body doesn’t take it. I shall really stop drinking, even if it’s unfair. Why can people have fun and I cannot?!

I opened this blog to tell about my shit habits, not my dull life! I would rather tell my shit it’s staining all over my toilet now! I want a normal life!

End of this stupid outburst.

Finally, a place to stay stain.

My friend leaves for one year in South America, and I had to use his home toilet for a stone shit. I mean, it really feels like I’ve just shat a big pebble.

I feel better now btw…

Now that I digested lunch it’s getting harder and harder to hold my farts at work.

But I guess I gotta wait…

My anus is not as determined though

A little constipation to start the week. Not a good sign.