I might have to go to bed. It’s not even 7:00pm. I only spent two hours at the zoo today, barely worth the hour commute (not including wait-time) in each direction. Someone in the world must have resources to spare, but it’s certainly not me.
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.
I might have to go to bed. It’s not even 7:00pm. I only spent two hours at the zoo today, barely worth the hour commute (not including wait-time) in each direction. Someone in the world must have resources to spare, but it’s certainly not me.