not much to talk about

Things around here aren’t moving very fast (if you know what I mean), so there really isn’t much to talk about.

Unless you think that hearing about me spending lots of time in the bathroom, with the only result being my legs falling asleep, is interesting.

I hate the bloated icky feeling that comes with constipation (who doesn’t?). With my luck I’ll be in the bathroom tomorrow as I am trying to leave work because I have somewhere I actually have to be.  Because that is always what happens.