Seven hours of a long fight to breathe properly and get any sleep means that I’m getting out of bed at noon today.
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.
Seven hours of a long fight to breathe properly and get any sleep means that I’m getting out of bed at noon today.