This morning I had to get up early to drive to Snoqualmie Falls and pick up some gear I left in a friend's car. Prior to my departure I passed a wonderful type 4, tapered stool.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol_Stool_Scale
As I drove back an hour later my bowels began to rumble once again, resulting in a brisk jog from the garage to the bathroom, where I deposited at least a pound of type 6 chunks.
This left me to wondering if I really ate so much yesterday, and if I would be making a third trip later today. Perhaps a full-on type 7 is on the way?