Written on 06 April 2020, Monday:
In the bathroom, sitting on the toilet defecating. A manager from work barges in, or maybe at first he was knocking, but the door breaks free from the hinges and crashes into the bathroom. He walks in and I yell at him, tell him he shouldn’t be in there, I’m pooping. He avoids looking at me, pretends like he’s looking for something in the closet, says it smells and covers or pinches his nose. I tell him again to leave and he seems to think this is a joke, but finally he disappears. I try to clean myself up, wiping my bottom, and I keep wiping but can’t seem to finish doing so, unsure if I’m still just pooping. . .
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