Diary of a quarantined man

So, to use a word that has become quintissentially infuriating recently to so many for no really discernable reason,  one had the flu recently.

Which like war is a lot less of an experience than many accounts would have you believe.

Mainly it involves having a brain with the functionality of a sand-filled bobble-headed doll, wedded to the vitality and vigor of a mummified sloth.

There’s not very much interesting about any of it.

Thankfully I’ve progressed to mostly well again, with the odd outbreak of a marshy mucuousy wheeze briefly breaking into a chainsaw buzz death rattle. (I might have made the last bit up).

Thus ended quarantine.

 

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