OK, since I'm in a confessional mood, I can say I didn't do the stairs tonight. There's the tragedy. But part of the reason why is that I experienced a triumph: I finally pooped out a payload that had been sitting in my ass since last Thursday. The cargo stank to high heaven, given that it had festered for several days, but boy, what a relief when it came out. (People who've followed me for years know I don't shy away from blogging about my intestines.) Unfortunately, I think there's more still to come out, and the situation has left me with a bit of an abdomen-ache. That's the real reason why I'm not doing the stairs.
Maybe I'll do some stairs tomorrow. We'll see.
2 comments:
If there is no photo, it never happened. Come on, Kevin.
Come visit my toilet. I'll show you personally.
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