Ah, this explains why I feel like shit since yesterday. It wasn’t the lack of sleep (early flight and fire alarm at the hotel at 3 am) or the racist jokes from my sister or all the cigarette smoke from my dad and my brother-in-law. At least not only.
It was Miss Rona sneaking in.
Anyway, please send nudes or chicken soup.
It was Miss Rona sneaking in.
Anyway, please send nudes or chicken soup.

