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
I am beside myself during out of body experiences.
