That's My Faith: A Pandemic Journal- Wednesday, August 5, 2020
I bought and brought, into the breakroom, a hot long grilled hot dog, on a long thick warm frankfurter roll, topped with spicy brown mustard. It was good. With two inches to go, I felt a panic attack (from an old eating disorder). The remaining dog shot like a toy missile head, on the table.... Sign in to see full entry.