Yesterday’s truncated trip to the zoo due to extremely low, rapidly-depleting resources leaves me with the decision this morning of what will take fewer of what few resources have replenished during a thrice-interrupted sleep: breakfast out which spends money of which there’s never much to begin with, or breakfast in which requires a coherent brain that won’t cause an accident or something.
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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.