But this weekend, something remarkable happened. I went out to Pittsburgh for a weekend, ostensibly to meet some people to ask them to write me letters of recommendation for grad school, but really to hang out with friends. Soul night, huge costume party, lots of alcohol and more friends than I have here - amazing. A theme of the weekend was people making the argument that I should in fact move to Pittsburgh. My rational side was weighing both sides of the argument (anti: intertia, pro: happiness).
But meanwhile my subconscious, acting in concert with my bowels, was trying to make it clear where it stands on the issue. In a span of 2 days I had FOUR, count 'em, FOUR solid, relieving poops. And usually travel disrupts digestion in people with IBS.
Four giant turds might have just made an important life decision on my behalf. Pittsburgh!
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