DIARY PAGES: Cupid

I'm exhausted. This pandemic can go to hell. Hitting targets THROUGH their quarantine structures takes triple the time and attention and energy ... all for what? To give those poor, sad bastards an incentive to click off the television and actually shower? ONCE YOU SEE A THING, YOU CANNOT UNSEE IT, PEOPLE. Seriously. Time for whisky with Santa and the Easter Bunny; at least they understand.