crapping like never before.

I think i ate a washing machine, my not so direct overstatement translated by mum's hokkien which she used to describe the weird peristasis movement(i think) of the intestines when having spells of diarrhoea.

I used up my one roll per week quota for toilet rolls and had to take(it was there for us to take, i assume) a new roll from the next building in the afternoon. Thankfully, the thigh pockets are large enough to conceal it.

z..here it comes again, like the ebbing tides and waves.