On September 26, I felt odd. All day long like I was forgetting to do something. Or supposed to be somewhere.
I say almost nothing because it’s not as if everything is all rainbow-farting unicorns. There are symptoms you have every day that are so minor you forget to mention them when the major ones are happening. Or that as a symptom itself, ie forgetting things or being generally confused, also known as brain fog or chemo brain.
Come on, laugh. I am completely held together by your support and the sound of our laughter. Don’t make me guilt trip you. I was taught by Naija guilt trip NINJAS.
Why are we singling out Russian race horse volumes of pee? This is a blatant stereotype and we as a people- no as a society — FOR FUCK SAKE AM I STILL PISSING? JESUS TIBERIUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER.