80 work

My call was cancelled,
Which is great: now I can shit.
Things are looking up.

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79 home

Three days in New York
And zero shits. Big Apple
Yielded No Crapple.

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78 home (downstairs)

I took a Red Eye,
And now I have a Brown Eye
Blinking out some shit.

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77 home (downstairs)

SB yesterday
And NYC tomorrow.
Grosspoopsville today.

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76 home (kids’ bathroom)

Thank you, McDonalds.
I'd almost forgotten what
Nasty shit smelled like.

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75 home

What sounds, O Stomach!
Harbinger of pending doom
Or mere digestion?

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74 home (kids’ bathroom)

Note to self: don't eat
Buffalo chicken fries. Please.
Because this happens.

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73 home (downstairs)

That beef blend burger
Tasted good, but now it's a
Beef blend turd burger.

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72 home

Yesterday

I thought I was done,
But here I am with more shit.
I'm so talented.


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71 home (kids’ bathroom)

Yesterday

It's Wednesday morning,
Which apparently now means
That shits are coming.

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70 home (kids’ bathroom)

My stomach calmed down.
I won't be eating chili
For a little while.

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69 home (downstairs)

I like fajitas,
But smelling them again is
Gilding the lily.

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68 home (kids’ bathroom)

Pre-Pilates shit.
Almost as regular as
Post-Pilates aches.

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67 work

I broke the toilet,
But just temporarily.
Thank you, double flush.

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66 home (kids’ bathroom)

This shit was heavy.
Not in weight, per se, but more
Like a period.

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65 home (kids’ bathroom)

Thankfully back home.
Much better than on the plane
Or in the car here.

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64 SLC hotel

Tuesday

Oh yippee, more blood.
You know it's a sad day when
I hope for "just shit."


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63 SLC hotel

Monday

I'm making some room
For sushi, beer, and sake.
Lots and lots of room.


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