Release.

Ever have one of those days when you have to pee, yet don't get a second to dash to the washroom?

For the last three hours, I had to piss like my life depended on it, but couldn't get away. Worse yet, I was running around and lifting things, and could feel every movement in my bladder.

The feeling of release when I did finally make it to the can was mind-blowing - I'd liken it to orgasm without all the fun. (Plus there's never a newspaper above the urinal when I'm having an orgasm.)

I could almost do with a smoke and a nap - then the circle would be complete.



Later.