I am going to see a magic show. Have never seen one live. Should be interesting.
UPDATE: It's the next day. Though I was circumspect in both eating and drinking—four drinks over three hours—a massive IBS attack landed and it was two thirty before I got to sleep. This was followed up by one of those surprise movements you get that I like to call the TARDIS. Because they're bigger on the inside and they help you re-discover just how painful a sudden sphincter stretch can be when at a seeming instant you go to full anal aperture.
UPDATE2: It's nearly a week later. I noticed this post failed to have the all-important tag label of 'toilet'. WTF? Seriously. This post practically screams shit. So I updated the post to include that label. It's important to do these things. Not that anyone care. Brain the size of a planet etc.