According to this morning's doctor, I seem to have none of flu, strep, or coronavirus, but that still leaves me with a vicious sore throat, ears ringing like the 1812 Overture, and a level of fatigue so bad I was in bed by midnight. I feel like I had a cold already and then I got another cold on top. It's a bad sundae.
On the lovely side,
asakiyume just designed a label for the apocalyptic beer I dreamed about. I don't drink beer, but I would buy that bottle for the art if it existed outside of either of our heads.
(I'm not sure what drinking it would do to you.)
On the lovely side,
(I'm not sure what drinking it would do to you.)