Poop.

Yep, that's right.

I continue my obsession with my own bowels by offering a link to this article (WARNING: It's at Salon, caveat lector.)

I looked, all right? This morning, I took a long and unflinching gaze. How do I say this without sounding boastful? There in the bowl was a real beauty, my reward for yesterday's hearty oatmeal breakfast and black bean and rice dinner. It was the kind of (how do we settle on a comfortable euphemism?) ejecta that would make Mom proud.

The article goes on to discuss "What's Your Poo Telling You?", a book I (of course) and one which is sitting in a stack by my throne right now (also of course).

Thought you oughta know.