Flashback to a massive and memorable dump.

The other week, I flashed back to a massive and memorable dump that I took at my one friend from high school's house, on my short weekend trip the other month where I went for a weekend to go see her and her family.

I didn't really shit on the first day of my trip, since I had to get up so early to get on the train, and since I didn't really shit for the rest of that day either, because I had been having so much coffee to keep me awake, that it dehydrated me and must have made shit formation harder down in my bowels.

Then, the next day, I took a *massive* dump in the toilet, before brushing my teeth.

After taking it, I felt like I had to go a little bit more, but I sat there a minute or two with nothing happening, so then I got up to wipe and look at it.

Honestly, it was like a giant red football (from some artificial coloring in wine that we were drinking?), and I was amazed at both its color and its bulk and how cohesive and firm it just looked.

Then, I began brushing my teeth, and about halfway through, I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom again, and I tried to ignore it, but it just kept getting more and more urgent, so I stopped and I set my toothbrush down and I went to go shit again, and it's like a bunch of wet shit pieces just flew out, and when I got up to look, it was like a large bowl of like large shit confetti, since it wasn't loosey-goosey shit that churned up the water, but more like a lot of little discrete pieces that for some reason weren't sticking together, but were all around the same size and floating around the same distance apart for like over half the surface area of the toilet.

At that, I was rather astounded.

First of all, why couldn't I shit that at the same time as the other shit, just a few minutes earlier?

And, how could the two shits be such different consistencies, when they must have been sitting on top of each other in my bowels?!

It really is mind-boggling, and such a memorable shit.

Shaving self-harm.

The other week, I was shaving, and like I usually do, I go get the few stray hairs that I have around each nipple, just to make my chest area look a bit less messier and a bit nicer.

After I did that, I put my shirt back on, and I proceeded to shave my face, only then somehow I felt a slight wetness on the very tip of my left nipple.

That struck me as odd, so I raised my shirt to see if I was bleeding, and I wasn't, but then I looked closer, and a very little bit of the very very tip of my left nipple was nicked, and had a slight red tinge of blood on the subtly gouged out part.

And, I realized that I must have accidentally swiped it, when I was coming up from a shave of the hairs around my nipple.

It's funny, how sensitive nipples are, that I could feel that much just from the shirt resting against such a small wound.

A dream of just the mundane.

The other week, I had a dream of just the mundane (not even the decaying mundane):

I look at my cell phone, and I get a text message from my one friend who's a Romance Language coordinator, and it's something like, "Ok, see you there! :)".

And then, I wake up.

. . .

What's up with these job people?

With my one job with eldercare, I went through a ton of training, and then got no notifications for clients for like 4-5 months, though I had marked out like 4-5 days of availability, including prime weekend times.

Finally, I got one call...

...to work a major holiday.

I said yes, and then a few days later, I got a call to maybe work two days a week on prime weekend times maybe for a couple of months, maybe for longer if the client didn't go away for the winter...

...but they asked me to come in for training on days I didn't have marked as available (?).

So, I may have to cancel work that day at my library job and lose like $80 of income, to come and meet a prospective client and their family.

I guess that's fine, but what's up with these people?  Do they think that a person is completely on call with no life and no other commitments, and is willing to drop everything for maybe two days of work for a couple of months?

The answer, sadly, is yes.

What the f*ck has "work" come to in the U.S.?

There's absolutely no commitment to anyone.

Visit to a Friend from High School (2 of 2): Parrot-sitting.

My one friend from high school is also babysitting her sister's parrot, while her and her husband move houses and get unpacked.

Besides whistling and saying its name, the parrot has now started imitated the beep sound of her "text message received" beep from her phone.

It's so weird and uncanny, to have nature imitate the mechanical.

I found it vaguely malevolent and inauspicious, every time the parrot did that.  It really gave me chills, honestly, and I didn't like it at all.

Visit to a Friend from High School (1 of 2): Her young daughter's sense of humor.

The other month, I took a short weekend trip to visit a friend from high school and her husband and their two young daughters.

Their older daughter is four, and she has a sense of humor where she finds pretend games funny, where people say that something isn't the way that it is.

My friend her mom says that it's the developmental stage, and an outgrowth of play.

So, anyhow, some nights, her mom plays a game with her, and is like, "I'll be so mad if you go brush your teeth right now, don't go brush your teeth, it'll make me angry!"

And, her daughter laughs a ton, and then goes and brushes her teeth.

My friend also said to her, "Whatever you do, don't go help get your sister ready for bed!".

And, her daughter laughed a lot at that, and went and helped her dad get her sister ready for bed.

A comment of a(n Italian) professor I know.

The other weekend I was going out for drinks with this one (young) (Italian) professor I know.

We were catching up and I was talking about my work situation, and kind of out of the blue, she started saying how health care wasn't guaranteed in the U.S., or jobs, and people had to fight and fight and scramble just for work that wasn't enough.

"If it keeps up like this," she was like, "This country will explode."

I then asked her if I had said that to her, since I've been observing that to people here and there for like the past year-and-a-half, and she said, no, it's just something that she's been thinking recently.

. . .

It's not just me.