Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Sixty One: You don’t look so good. I mean, you never look good, but today you look worse.
Today is my 43rd birthday. The book on me, the meme, whatever you want to call it, is “I hate my birthday.” This has been true since I was a teenager. I have always hated and dreaded my birthday. The thing I used to say was “birthdays are the mile markers on the road to […]