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slemslempike[Poll #1057240]
Also, is it fairly normal (in an unlikely to die, don't bother the doctor way) not to properly digest skins of vegetable? For example, if I eat peppers, then in my poo afterwards there are almost invariably fairly sizeable pieces of the waxy outer skin. This happens with quite a few vegetable type things. Also, I was given a HUGE bag of wine gums/pastilles for lending someone some books. I like them, but worry that the gummy nature of their deliciousness will lead to constipation if I eat too many. Is this a wise and informed hypothesis, or can I scoff them with impunity?
Today I bought lots of brightly coloured biros and gel pens from Sainsburys. Frustratingly, the lids do not fit on the base of the biros. This is annoying, but the perky pink ink assuages my anger.
My mum is awake again after her operation and seems to be doing okay. I am a bad daughter as I forgot it was today until my dad texted.
I want to go home, but I can't until I have finished copying the notes for Undoing Gender and written 200 words of my own. I may miss Gladiators at this rate.
Also, is it fairly normal (in an unlikely to die, don't bother the doctor way) not to properly digest skins of vegetable? For example, if I eat peppers, then in my poo afterwards there are almost invariably fairly sizeable pieces of the waxy outer skin. This happens with quite a few vegetable type things. Also, I was given a HUGE bag of wine gums/pastilles for lending someone some books. I like them, but worry that the gummy nature of their deliciousness will lead to constipation if I eat too many. Is this a wise and informed hypothesis, or can I scoff them with impunity?
Today I bought lots of brightly coloured biros and gel pens from Sainsburys. Frustratingly, the lids do not fit on the base of the biros. This is annoying, but the perky pink ink assuages my anger.
My mum is awake again after her operation and seems to be doing okay. I am a bad daughter as I forgot it was today until my dad texted.
I want to go home, but I can't until I have finished copying the notes for Undoing Gender and written 200 words of my own. I may miss Gladiators at this rate.
