I was afraid that sobriety would mean the simultaneous loss of two favorite hobbies, drinking and pooping.
I am happy to report that my bowels are back on their regular schedule!! Morning, noon, and night, baby.
Seriously, I was so psyched that I silently cheered and pumped air each time ala Arsenio Hall. (Is he dead?)
Damn...when I leave Company I'm sure going to miss my 10th floor bathroom stall.
I shall name her Stella Bumpkiss. She was my friend.
Monday, October 22