Slept in, got up with muscle aches in my lower back and shoulders, had near-miss accidents while washing the dishes, and the powertools have resumed outside various sides of my home. It is Day Whenever. Is this life in the dot over the “i”?
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.
Slept in, got up with muscle aches in my lower back and shoulders, had near-miss accidents while washing the dishes, and the powertools have resumed outside various sides of my home. It is Day Whenever. Is this life in the dot over the “i”?