The Sprink has been self iso-ing for the past week and has been in struggletown. An ‘extrovert’ some MIGHT say, she is battling not seeing mates, niece, nephew, grandmas (below), pezzas, Maddawg Tony the war journo bad ass and most of all Sam The Review Guy. Sprink has bunkered down with her INTROVERT who finds Sprink’s difficulty in ‘staying at home like a good doggy’ entertaining and perplexing. However he is also battling his own demons: Murder, She Wrote is not on Netflix. Could it actually get anyworse?
A: Yes. We could all be on a ship heading to fcking Italy.