cough - improvised sound poem
Being a rational and calm individual I'm not at all irritated that I've spent the first day of my holiday, when I already had stuff to do from the early evening, waiting around for a delivery that hasn't arrived yet (around a month later than originally quoted; and currently 27 minutes and counting into a phonecall to the sellers trying to trace where the fuck it is) instead of taking a long walk.
Nor am I petty enough to have recorded an improvised sound poem called Cough after hearing that President Trump and his wife have Covid-19, earlier in the day when waiting hadn't absolutely killed my chance of getting anything done.
I'm not even irked that more than four hours after I posted and shared the damn thing it has no plays. Instead, I'm simply going to post the damn thing here and finally get out of the fucking house.
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