It's times like this that remind me about biological imperatives and the wonderful world of mortality. It's about an hour and 1/2 since I drank the Magnesium Citrate and I'm glad I'm in a hotel room for two reasons. First I don't really have any social awkwardness to worry about when my midsection growls loudly, I feel waves in my pelvic area, and then run off to reliefville every 20 minutes. Second, I won't have to clean up after the end result.
All I will say is this: It is a bit on the violent side.
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