After the piss-poor start to my World Mental Health Day, I managed to go try the new breakfast sandwich at Chop and then head out to the Oregon Zoo, where I got to spend an hour with the goats at the Family Farm (not pictured here).




The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
After the piss-poor start to my World Mental Health Day, I managed to go try the new breakfast sandwich at Chop and then head out to the Oregon Zoo, where I got to spend an hour with the goats at the Family Farm (not pictured here).