I was internet free most of the weekend except for a 20 minute window when we went into town to get ice cream. It was nice and yet strange to just put my phone away and not have it on me all the time. Once I had service back I only checked my text messages before tucking it away again.

We were definitely not vegan or gluttan-free. I cuddled CJ for about 2 minutes. Oh, and I used my real name and age.

Tell me about your bathroom habits, people. And/or those of your colleagues.

I pay no attention to the bathroom habits of my colleagues, and I think that anyone taking note of things like that is a) super creepy, and b) clearly needs more work to do. Me? I'm on a diuretic and I drink A LOT of coffee, water, and tea, so I go to the bathroom frequently.

Right?? I feel like the person writing in must just be paranoid. UNLESS she is pooping every hour, and that is somehow apparent to the people who sit near the bathroom, in which case, I just feel bad for the writer, and the colleagues are terrible people.

Tell me about your bathroom habits, people. And/or those of your colleagues.

Um...no thank you?

I have no colleagues. But I feel like I have a bladder the size of a peanut, because sometimes I'm on a plane and have to go twice during a flight and the people seated next to me don't go at all! But that tends to be the only time I'd notice...

I have never noticed my co-workers' bathroom habits, which is something I hope to carry through any and all future jobs. (Unless I'm working at home with the pets; in that case, Kato makes sure I *always* know about his poops.)

I am a little afraid I go too much, mostly because for some reason there is a young man whose desk is pointed straight at the women's room. And sometimes I go just to have something to do because I can't sit still.

My desk used to face the men's room, and I sort of thought that he and I should trade.

I tend to go a lot in the afternoon, after drinking a lot in the morning.

Also, my bladder is totally the type that needs to go when I am in the most restrictive places.

I am on diuretics too, but they don't make me go much. More, but not much.

I am creeped out by the frequency the other person in the stalls goes entirely silent for the whole time I'm in the bathroom, but I don't know who that (she...) is. I try to avoid seeing shoes or anything else.

My therapist homework is to park farther away from my ultimate destination. For some reason I don't think she's understanding that I suffer from a lack of can that is more overwhelming than my lack of want. I think I will be bringing the spoons metaphor with me to the next meeting.

At work I have to walk right by The Preacher (a patron who sits at the same table all day every day talking about the Lord), so I am always very self-conscious about going to the bathroom too often.