At least I know how Joe Pa feels.  I have to poop.  "So go poop," one might say.  Well, I'm out of toilet paper and have been since I discovered I was out Thursday evening.  Yeah, I know it's now Sunday evening.  Yes, I was planning on running to the Bi-Lo to buy some more but I've been busy.  Too busy to poop?  Yes.

Thursday, I went to the Bi-Lo to buy ingredients for the chili I was going to make for the end of the year teacher get together (and see how drunk you can possibly get) gathering.  I had forgotten I was out of toilet paper and so I didn't pick up any while I was there.  It wasn't until the evening when I was searching for another roll did I discover the cupboard bear and decided it would not be a good idea to have a poop.  The chances of it being a no wipe were slim.

Friday, I went to school and I make it a point to not poop at school.  I did take my crockpot of chili in to slow cook while I encouraged my students to not fail by doing missing work and retaking tests.  After school, I took my chili to the gathering and fulfilled my desire to have a chili cheese burger.  The people that tried my chili liked it.  However, someone else had brought chili and their chili was set out and mine was used for backup purposes.  Basically, I took most of it home with me.  That was okay because the only reason I made chili was because I wanted chili and I've been eating it all weekend.  Probably not the best idea since I don't have toilet paper.  A colleague and I left because the party got lame and we went and saw Terminator Salvation.  I enjoyed it.  I love massive robots causing destruction on a massive scale (I've got to take a massive poop).  I got home late and went to bed because I was tired.

I really don't like these teacher gatherings.  I'm usually the youngest person there.  My interests are very different from everybody else.  I don't have children (except the Cosby kids that need to be dropped off at the pool) to talk about and I don't care about anybody elses children.  It is very boring conversation and I wish to take no part in it.  The only thing to do is drink.  So I'd be the guy in the corner drinking heavily who nobody talks to who wakes up passed out in the yard without pants.  I only went because I was hungry and I was going to see a movie afterwards (I should've stolen their toilet paper).

Saturday, I played video games and simply did not want to leave the house for any reason.  Not even for toilet paper.

Sunday, I've been playing video games and have finally decided to make a toilet paper run.  Then I can poop.

Oh, you should get out more.  Yeah, maybe I should except I really don't care for this place and or state.  Besides, it's either video games or go Columbine on the children (too soon?).

Thought of the day: "The groundhog pokes its head out of the hole and sees no toilet paper...."