La résistance.
Lance has a cold. Normally, I would not consider that post-worthy, but said brother is in the habit of veiling the tell-tale symptoms. No, you won't suspect a fucking thing until you've broken into a fever and your ass is falling off. ---Circumstances under which you may later think to ask, "Do you have a fucking cold, you crusty little bastard?" Too late. The seed has taken root, and the strength to strike him in earnest has significantly diminished.
Needless to say, I have quarantined myself in some [small] effort to avoid all this. All purchases have been made online, as I am certain he's not the last victim. No, there may be moar. I won't be touching hands with anyone. I was doing fine on my restrictions, but now I'm eating to save my defenses. Fuck.
I looked for clothes.
There. A sleeveless hoodie!. Now I can stop getting shit about "dressing for snow".
In green. The plan is to lose enough weight to still look thin with my arms uncovered.
I own about 2 pairs of jeans, so I'm expanding that number to 3.
A CHALLENGER APPEARS
What's this? I must have ordered one in my buying "frenzy."
Needless to say, I have quarantined myself in some [small] effort to avoid all this. All purchases have been made online, as I am certain he's not the last victim. No, there may be moar. I won't be touching hands with anyone. I was doing fine on my restrictions, but now I'm eating to save my defenses. Fuck.
I looked for clothes.
There. A sleeveless hoodie!. Now I can stop getting shit about "dressing for snow".
In green. The plan is to lose enough weight to still look thin with my arms uncovered.
I own about 2 pairs of jeans, so I'm expanding that number to 3.
A CHALLENGER APPEARS
What's this? I must have ordered one in my buying "frenzy."