If my morning logs morph into a narrative

The way an intense core workout nudges me towards a toilet appointment is proof that man is optimised for ploughing lands, mowing lawns and making ridges as opposed to sitting in front of a computer for extended periods.

The way to live is to to be attuned to our antifragility.

Rushes to take a dump

That was a rather tergiversatory way of saying I just took the most satisfying shit of my life.

The day kicked off with cryptic remains of the undocumented todos I managed to put together the day before. Now, I must make sense of it all, piecing together smithereens of now elusive articulations obscured by urn.

A hangover for me is beating myself up for underestimating the value of writing things down whilst wallowing in the reminder that a little too much booze is an enemy in the guise of an altruist.

There was a dubious downpour last night. Not sure why the clouds think a spittle of rain will suffice given the intense heat that scourges Lagos.