The most prominent characteristics about me: I am 37, feeling somewhat lost at the moment (but not enough to abandon my faith in the Higher Order or my remaining shreds of sanity), am in the process of recovering from being an emotional cripple and an alcoholic, drive a 1968 Plymouth Fury every day and have for the last 21 years (I own many of them), and am doing whatever I can to be around people I am comfortable with (and ONLY them).
Relevant to PoopReport: One of the most important and meaningful habits/rituals/daily events in my life is POOPING. It is one of the things that I look forward to no matter what is happening, and one of the first things to affect my well being when it doesn't happen according to the usual experience. I am also curiously comforted by the fecal fecundity of many PoopReporters and the newly discovered humanity of pooping.
At home; specifically because of comfort, familiarity, and habit
None in particular; I have adapted to a few different designs in my life
I don't really remember; it was less than a fortnight ago, I was doing the usual net surfing to distract me from my own Bad Head; I believe it was Divine Direction of some kind.
