When my alarm went off this morning, I couldn’t open my eyes. I don’t mean that metaphorically: I couldn’t open my eyes for several tries.
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.
When my alarm went off this morning, I couldn’t open my eyes. I don’t mean that metaphorically: I couldn’t open my eyes for several tries.