The joys of stomach viruses, folks. Enjoy. ✏️ The Saint: “But I wanted to finish painting my room tomorrow…” Me: “Do you think it’s a good idea to be in a room with the windows open in December when you’re sick? I don’t want you running to the bathroom like it’s your last life in Mario either.” Ba dum, cchsssh. 🥁
You know you don’t feel good when it sounds like someone’s walking around upstairs in your house and you shrug and break out into impromptu opera. “Oh well,” you think. “Maybe the ghost-intruder will like it and is shuffling along, dancing in his white, bloody sheet.” Delirium, thy name is…zzz… Cheers!