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He is here. Big but yet so skeltal. Spooky doots. King of the Skeltals.

Am still a bit constipated.

Also instead of spooky king, I rolled an uncle man who calls himself Diaz. Allegedly a king too.

Early morning at work,
I begin to ponder,
How long can I sit on the John,
Before my sphincter becomes distended.

...

Work sucks. I suppose I could just sit with the lid on....

It was good. I had mango lassi too, for dairy products are essential in canceling out the spiciness before it reaches the other end.

My family were all like, how can you eat after drinking something like that? I gave no fucks.

My brother had diarrhea. I didn't.

I feel vindicated in my choice of beverages.

It wasn't cool. My shit got progressively more and more liquid until I'm pretty sure the water I drank was just flowing straight out the wrong end.

I slept my whole weekend away so it was like I had no weekend.

I went to the doctor and had like so many meds.

Shouldn't have went to work on Monday. But I did. My brain was like Helium.

I just wanted to eat a lamb shank, sleep a night and finish my HoTS daily quests.