And then I crashed hard for I think more than two and a half hours suffering stress dreams the entire time and missed serving my cats dinner by an hour and it’s going to be another hour before I feel like I’ve slotted myself back into the world.
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.
And then I crashed hard for I think more than two and a half hours suffering stress dreams the entire time and missed serving my cats dinner by an hour and it’s going to be another hour before I feel like I’ve slotted myself back into the world.