19 September: Monday ploodingjump.

Day off today. Woke up, had a cup of coffee and started to watch the queen of England's funeral. And then I had to poo. Poo waits for no man, or no funeral. As I was watching the funeral, watching the "long walk," I imagined one of the dudes, in formation, two rows back, third from the left, thinking "Oh man, I have to take a shit." You know SOMEbody in that huge procession had to shit. And couldn't. Hey, poo doesn't wait for a funeral. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

eNjoy.