Its the Truth

There is a fucking lot of truth to Carmin's appeal.

I just caught the Iron a Wine show tonight; while maintaining a truck load of poo in my large intestine. I guess my life priorities are out of wack, because I chose to retain my front row position rather than release my breakfast and lunch remains. By the time I got home I had forgotten I needed to poo, until I read Carmin's poignant post. So I quickly made my way to my dirty restroom for a disappointing bowel movement. Now my tummy hurts.

Ian