It’s difficult to express the degree to which the start of any new month makes me heavy and unmotivated and muddled, but it’s like clockwork.
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.
It’s difficult to express the degree to which the start of any new month makes me heavy and unmotivated and muddled, but it’s like clockwork.