All right all right, I proudly announce here what I just found out.

Adding some orange zest (a bit sautè), in my ginger infusion improves it’s flavor a lot!

Yet, the fact I am writing about this in here tells a little more about this discovery.

Am I now addicted to writing about my poop?

Is it bad?

Third tird of the tirday. It’s a shame today is not a Thursday 🙁

Excalibur could get out only after workout. Obviously.

Well, the last kilometres have been quite burdened…

Just smooth. No struggle I need in the morning, yeah.

Christmas is coming, I feel it.

If I ever will be famous I think I’ll make a tree using tirds instead of balls. 🎄

2 breakfasts mean double shit.

Massive.

Yet, another one.

It’s one of the most common things I write – but there’s an obvious and annoying reason for that!

So eating more, means shitting more? 🤔

The more I stay sat-down arse-spread, The more I keep pooping.

That’s a fact.

Just a brisk (s)hit and run, right before a Skype call

💻🏃🏽‍♀️💩

Dry turds make the world cry.

At least my eyes ☢️

While muscle pains envelop my body, I spent the whole evening suffering the aftermath of a sushi indigestion (sort of, I just had too much of it).

I got to say I was really looking forward to this moment of peace.

Arse-spread-peace.

Can’t help thinking that the post-morning-workout-shit is the most relieving one.

Let’s have a second breakfast then!