I walked the two blocks down for breakfast and despite Saturday apparently being much less frenetic than Sunday and so less of a drain on me, as soon as I got home afterward I joined the cat who had never left bed and passed out for nearly three hours. I briefly woke about halfway through that time and could barely think about even lifting my arms. Somehow I still have to walk to the grocery store else there’s no decent breakfast for tomorrow.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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