Day 60.

Two months!! And Spot’s finally starting to heal up the fistulas that were causing me/my ego such damage by having to sit down at the toilet, lest I be peeing in 3 different directions at once.

NOW I only sit down if I’m in that big of a hurry and don’t want my boxers soaked. I’ll never harp on anyone for missing the bowl ever again; there really is a HEY NOW I’M OVER HERE factor to the stream.