Feeling like a motherfucking duffel bag of shit
It started on Wednesday evening. The worrying.
The same worry we've all felt, countless times since last February.
It was just a sore throat. But was it just that? Or was it, you know, the other thing?
Any decent apocalypse movie opens with those harbingers of doom, a series of events in the opening 20 minutes to get you warmed…