Respect the bladder war, only true chaos maestros fight and roll back into bed
You go to sleep on your floor mattress (no pillow, the cat puked on it)
Morning comes, you're awoken by an overwhelming urge to urinate. That litre of Voss-branded sparkling water before bed was a mistake
Despite the excruciating pain from your bladder, you turn back half way to the bathroom to grab your phone
Seated on the porcelain, you reflexively pull up the charts. As a torrent of steaming hot piss unleashes between your legs, you notice Fartcoin is now suddenly trading above $2
Are you surprised? Hardly. In fact, reality is finally starting to catch up with your lowest expectations
The combination of relieved acute bladder pain and Fartcoin's price increase puts you in a state of sublime relaxation
So much so that a little fart escapes into the bowl, echoing loudly around the room
You instinctively laugh, then smile as you catch your reflection in the mirror
A smile that if it could speak, would say "it's going to be a good Q3 and Q4, anon"