Sick, but At Least I Got My Paycheck

I’m sick. Not the fun hip sick, but the nasty sweaty lightheaded sick. The one that doesn’t get invited to parties because everybody is afraid that they’re a possible school shooter, but not inviting them to the party is the exact thing that’s going to make them the school shooter on the following Monday. IContinue reading “Sick, but At Least I Got My Paycheck”