I spent a good portion of the morning cleaning up a sewage spill in the bathroom. Quite literally, the shit came to the surface, overflowed and then I had to clean it up. I calmly handled the situation but not before I got mad at Marc (for having gone to work), got mad at the toilet, got mad at the bathroom for being ugly, then got mad that I own a home. I guess you could say that the literal experience was giving me the exact same figurative experience... that is, the my inner "shit" coming to the surface, or at least needing to.

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