My name would’ve been ‘Shitstorm’.

Do you ever get weird poops?

And then they resolve themselves into one giant normal poop.

But flushing it kinda feels like a betrayal.

Your body worked really hard, over the course of a few days, to make this thing.

But your guilt about flushing it is worsened when it refuses to go down.

It just plants itself into the bottom of the toilet like a plane into the side of a mountain.

Then it just pokes up out of the water.

Slowly spinning and glaring at you accusingly.

Like some kind of disapproving Loch Ness monster of your own waste.

Betrayed in its finest hour.

By its own creator, no less.

That’s never happened to you?

Lucky devil.

It happens to me all the time.

Like a vicious cycle.

All part of my sinful relationship with cheese I suppose.

Is it worth it?

Time will tell.

This weekend was a blur of yard work, people, cheese, and comics.

By Saturday night I was done with all the people…

Luckily I got a few hours at the house by myself on Sunday…

I’ve almost hit the 100 book mark for the year.

I’m so close.

I’ll hit it today or tomorrow for sure.

It really depends on how much stuff my clients come up with for me today.

On that note I’ve got to go get a couple of cameras working in the rafters.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC