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Nov. 29th, 2013 08:53 amI'm sorry, I can't stop talking about this, I've never worried so much about bodily functions. I've never simply not pooped. I don't even feel like I need to. I just haven't, for (doing the math this morning) 90 hours. Which actually doesn't seem like that long when you put it that way. Maybe I am worrying needlessly.
LITERALLY WHILE I WAS TYPING THAT THE SPIRIT BEGAN, AS IT WERE, TO MOVE ME.
Poop achieved. One more step on the road to wellness!
In other news, the dogs have decided I am their new favourite cuddle pillow. Holstein is basically a mobile nap; he's twelve pounds of "allow me to sleep on you". I've held a grudge against him for years beacuse of an incident involving some underwear the first time we met, but he has finally defeated me with napping. He is the best napping partner ever. Longhorn is too young to appreciate a good nap, but he does make a very nice hot water bottle when he's not trying to get me to play Blanket Monster (where my hand under a blanket is a monster he must attack and subdue).
I'm still on drugs so I don't know precisely how coherent I'm being. I keep trying to do all the stuff I said I would while recuperating, like catching up on reading fanfic and comic books, but I literally lack the attention span for comic books. I would be more ashamed of this but have you guys tried to read Superman lately? It's like a German fucking philosophy treatise from the late 19th century. The fucks I give about Krypton's social structure ran out months ago.
And now Holstein wants more naps, so I have to go.