they jabbed me, fellas

I thought, I really did, that I'd be one of those people who sails through their second Covid shot and kinda just bypasses all the side effects. You know, 'cos I tend to be lucky like that.

Well, after sixty hours of whatever-the-hell-that-was, my opinion has now changed to: what? Huh?

It's...Saturday? Apparently? I mean, I guess. If you say so, calendar.

I think I may have ordered takeout at some point? I have the fleetingest memory of cramming something fried into my face. Maybe some sort of chicken? But then there'd be empty boxes lying around, since I haven't been so great at taking out the trash lately, and there aren't. Unless I ate those, too?

You have no idea how badly I want to say that's not possible. But, man. I just can't.