No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
It can’t just have been fatigue plus hyperfocus drain, because it’s coming up on 7:00pm, I’ve had breakfast, I’ve had lunch, and (just recently) I’ve had dinner, and I basically feel like I am sick. The question is, am I sick, or is this the mirtazapine, or have I just hit some sort of perfect storm of my pre-existing fatigue issues, the exertion of having left the apartment at all today, the hyperfocus drain, and the mirtazapine? All I know is, I feel at least a bit like shit.