. . . since I last ate at an Olive Garden.
And my bowel movements have been way more chill and insightful-philosophical, even-during this time.
In another ten, I anticipate taking a shit that will resolve the current crisis of quantum physics.
Truly, we can all now confidently look forward to a future of solutions and glories!
. . . wherein I was attending a community theater production of A Few Good Men starring Corky St. Clair as Colonel Jessup.
It was intense.
In the end
everyone has to become an Ultima dispenser
'cause that final multistage boss battle . . . how many times you want to fuck with that?
best just to nuke 'em
loose that expanding cerulean obliteration sphere, and be done with your day
mm-hmm
and that's why magic has to disappear from the world
that goddamn arms race logic
just turns everyone into a living weapon of mass destruction
yeah
it's a tough scene
a shame
it really is
but that's the price of peace, I guess
-May-June 2021
. . . and I feel fine.
The actual shot?
Nothing to it.
I sat in a chair.
I rolled up my sleeve.
A nurse did the hard part.
For both jabs, I didn't even feel the needle go in.
Made me paranoid the first time that my nurse was some kind of stealth anti-vaxxer.
The true enemy, as always, is Your Fellow Human.
But not that time.
Next day, I felt a bit of soreness in the arm.
No other symptoms.
Same deal the second time.
No true enemies, a welcome change of pace.
Yeah . . . not much of a story here.
You may recall being told that conflict is the heart of any good story.
Soooo . . . I guess this would be . . . a bad story with a good ending?
I'll take it.