So, day 7 of my journey was a filled with bouts of forgetfulness and a cacophony of (bad) gas. I forgot to turn on the coffee pot and became frustrated 10 mins into it when I went to pour a cup. Then I forgot to set the microwave to warm my oatmeal. Later in the day, I forgot the detergent when I ran downstairs to do the laundry.
But it was the wretched gas that sent my fellow gym goers running for the hills. I didn't mean it to happen, you know? I mean when you're on the stairmaster and doing your thing, it can kinda slip out.
Even my dog ran away wincing when he got a whiff of daddy's quitulence tonight.
And that was my day 7. Brain fog with a bloaty mix of gas 🤣
John - DOF 7
