I used to have a bad terrible, terrible habit of reading, doing crossword puzzles, playing games on my mobile, etc., while I was on the can.
I used to enjoy sneaking away for a good 10, 15 minutes of my day, alone with my thoughts (and crossword book) and the porcelain throne. The last few weeks, however, I'd grown to dread confronting that looming beast of a seat: the combination of poor diet and excessive sitting had manifested itself as a thrombosed hemorrhoid.