(diaryland) September 25, 2008 - 10:22 p.m.

I ran arond the doctor place today with a warm jar of my own piss. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. It felt so freeing. There were so many people there in the waiting area. I sort of showed it to my Dad. It was orangey, and a bit cloudy. I tried to give it to the lady in Pathology, but she said I had to write the date and time on it. I asked her the time. She said, "It's 3:35." I wroe 3:32 on it and said, "It's hot off the press." She chuckled.

Apart from the burning sensation, today was great.