(diaryland) August 05, 2004 - 6:39 p.m.

I have been carefully saving a poo all day.

When you save a poo for long enough, it becomes magical.

You finally go to the toilet, and something beautiful occurs. It's the best part of being alive.

I'm going to go and do my poo now. it is time.

Tomorrow, I'm trying out for the school concert.