Thursday. 4:21 a.m.
Oof. What I drink last night? My bladder runneth over.
I roll out of bed.
What is…? Oh gawd. Did I emit nocturnally? I hope that was pee on the tip pre-pee.
I park in front on my toilet and squirt out a spoonful of urine.
This would be easier if I wasn't somewhat turgid.
I squirt out another spoonful.
Come on, already! Wilt, motherfucker! Open the floodgates! I'm exhausted! I was up until 2:00 writing about fuckin' magic!
Dammit, I said "wilt," not "stiffen"! I'm not in the mood!
Thursday. 4:28 a.m.
I stand half-asleep in front of my toilet with a thunderous erection.
The boner cannot win…