A Descent into Insanity, As Told Through Covid Test Swag Stickers
Day 8: Another test, and another sticker. This one has a pile of crimson and golden autumn leaves with the “We’re in this together!” slogan.
I'm a writer, sort of, who has published work in magazines about furniture-making, libraries, metalworking, asphalt, and minor-league Renaissance Faires. My humor writing has been published in McSweeney's, Funny Times, Points in Case, and other places. I did improv for 10 years in Chicago, but not in anything you'd have heard of. (Although I was quite proud of both Unicorn City and the Donny-winning Faceplant: A Musical Review of the Demented, Twisted, and Wrong.) I enjoy biking and obstacle course racing, and I recently moved from Washington, D.C., back to Chicago, which is nice.
Day 8: Another test, and another sticker. This one has a pile of crimson and golden autumn leaves with the “We’re in this together!” slogan.
One especially pleasing development is how Grandpa has started taking responsibility for his actions.
I spoke at the Republican National Convention for Trump! What more do I have to do to prove that I’ll do literally anything?
When Lisa got bored and snuck a peek at the cobwebs, Julie told everyone about Lisa’s crush on your dandruffy history teacher.