I am sick today. I always -- always -- make fun of men who endlessly complain when they are sick, and then I fall ill and I am a fountain of grievances. Every little nit becomes an unforgivable intrusion into my existence, making me question my very reason for living.
So, instead of texting every single one of my contacts with my woes, I thought -- hey!…
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