I’m going full Shawshank Redemption, chiseling a hole in the wall of this upstairs cubicle I’ve been banished to. I’m hiding my little tunnel to freedom with a poster of Raquel Welch. It’s kinda weird having a poster of a woman who’s 81. I mean, she looks good for 81 but….uhm, I guess the bright side, nobody’s gonna steal it.
Yea, you figured it out by now: I got The Rona. I got the sissy kind. Stuffed nose, not much else. Something I wouldn’t have gotten tested for if it didn’t have a name. Doesn’t matter though, I’ve been told to go play Quasimodo in the upstairs belfry.
Which is such poppycock. I’m triple vaxxed, got O-positive blood, and the only super spreader I attended was waiting on a line to get tested.