My morning routine has changed in the last month. Instead of being able to bide my time with eating, bathing, and dumping, I am now in a cycle where I rise, then eat, and then... wait. My partner is usually in the shower when the need to dump first hits me. I will usually go through a cycle or two of dump pangs (aka dangs) before I can actually get in there (ah, the pleasures of the single bathroom household with more than one resident!).
But boy, when I do finally get in there, and it all comes out in a rush, what a joy. I can report I am feeling really alive from these big, cathartic morning dumps. It would be less edgy if I could do them when I first need to, but there's a certain excitement to the building of the suspense, you know?
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