Dear Covid Diary,
On July 4th, I go to bed before it’s dark.
Then I hide beneath the covers and pretend I’m a small child in war torn Beirut.
In fright,
Brian
Dear Covid Diary,
On July 4th, I go to bed before it’s dark.
Then I hide beneath the covers and pretend I’m a small child in war torn Beirut.
In fright,
Brian
Why, maybe, too much money isn’t s a good thing.