Day seven May 19
You know what I love about this? That I don’t have to come up with titles. Or, I mean, I guess I could, that’s not a rule or anything, but… once this trope got started I felt compelled to see it through. Actually, not unlike the fast itself. Also love that I was completely right about this being blogger gold. I singlehandedly set our blog’s hit record last week (yes, singlehandedly - nobody else ever writes here anymore. Layabouts.) Today/yesterday (Monday) I set the single-day record. The people love the poop stories. And the reckless behavior. And it’s definitely not that I just posted every day. It’s the borderline crazy plan being executed! I see now - act out, be famous. I’ll see y’all in rehab. Oh, I *did* have my first work poop today. Sort of. I was there late and felt the usual evening urge, but as usual, only a phantom poop. *sigh*. Phantom poops at work are much worse, because no reading material. I’d wait it out for awhile at home, browsing the Sporting News (the rolls royce of bathroom reading), but a minute or two at work and I’m closing up shop. Scale this morning said 348.