I still don’t know what the direction of this site is, but at this point it’s about to be renamed “Monte´s COVID Chronicles and Other Random Shit.” Anyway, it’s 3:53 am. My eyes are red and itchy as hell, my throat feels like an army of fire-ants are using it to rehearse the opening number in STOMP, and I have heartburn like a pregnant woman in her first trimester. Fix it, Jesus.
Corona Me Alone
I’m not sure why I woke up with TLC’s “Baby-Baby-Baby” on my mind, but something told me it was to be blasted at ignorant levels at some point today.
