In the wee dark hours this morning, the recliner decided it’d had just about enough of my bullshit, and dumped me like Graham Norton’s Big Red Chair. And I didn’t even get to tell a story.
Tag: Covid19
Sexism In The Age Of Cholera… or is it Covid?
Anytime I’m going to be within 10 feet of people other than my wife, I wear a 3m 8210 N95 mask. It has two real straps that go around my head, holding it tightly to my face all the way around. Does it mess up my hair? Sure. I don’t fucking care. I need to not get Covid-19, so STFU.