Like a sleazy guy in a bar who just won't leave me alone, my painfully fucking annoying urinary tract infection has come back to nag me once again. Yes... once again, I am forced to tolerate the constant, seemingly urgent bathroom-visits in which I only manage to squeeze out a wee bit of urine, accompanied by other oddities like blood and tiny bits of tissue, while my eyes water and I hold back the urge to groan in pain and frustration. However, seeing that I have already been acquainted with Mr. Blood and Mr. Tissue, it looks like it is now time for me to get familiar with good old Mr. Yellow Semi-Solid Substance. Needless to say, I find him equally perturbing. I mean, what the hell is that shit?

In other news: I need softer toilet paper, apparently. I feel like I've been sodomized.