Now there’s some sort of racket from the house on the other side of me. Today might be speeding toward being curled up in a ball on the floor.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Now there’s some sort of racket from the house on the other side of me. Today might be speeding toward being curled up in a ball on the floor.