Dear Diary,
I too had a wonderful night, after two consecutive days of diarhea and vomiting, I was finally able to eat dinner. We enjoyed a noisy night out dining at Cheddars where I had a perfectly cooked 9 ounce top sirloin (med rare), a loaded bake potatoe and brocili cheese casserole. My wife and brother enjoyed multiple mixed drinks while I sipped on sprite. Immediatly after putting down this massive steak, a grumbling in my tummy errupted causing me to excuse myself for what would be a churning event. Happily I left the restroom at Cheddars knowing a poop density of 40% firmness is much better than the mississippi mud river that had been flooding my toilet the past few days. Since I had already paid the bill, I was able to give the signal and walk directly to the car, meaning I didn't have to carry anyones leftovers or navigate my half drunken wife through a crowd of old white people crowding the doorways. A wonderful night indeed.
