Lately this seems a sort of journal of a woebegone brain, a fact which just spirals back in upon itself and makes things even worse. Maybe some of the past day or so worth of posts balances that out a bit, again, for however long that lasts.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Lately this seems a sort of journal of a woebegone brain, a fact which just spirals back in upon itself and makes things even worse. Maybe some of the past day or so worth of posts balances that out a bit, again, for however long that lasts.