Those artillery barrages last night must have shot my nervous system even more than I thought, as I’ve been unable to keep myself from falling back to sleep this morning and now it’s afternoon.
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.
Those artillery barrages last night must have shot my nervous system even more than I thought, as I’ve been unable to keep myself from falling back to sleep this morning and now it’s afternoon.