new rooms

Where was it that I pooped today? Ah. Men's room, second floor of Gershwin Hall at BC. Surprisingly not that bad, despite general bustedness of bathroom. I'd been holding it for a while, so maybe it was the satisfaction of release, it's hard to tell sometimes. There's the physically good poop in the environmentally non-that-great place, and it's still a good poop. What you bring to the table is always more important than the setting, as every good writer should know.
Authorial doo doo.