I did not make masks today

I stayed in bed because my emotional self regulation was bad.

Mike called. He had a horrific day. He had to lay people off. He had nine ounces of scotch in him and didn’t even sound drunk. He’s going to bring me potting soil tomorrow.

Where will the economy go? Will we all be slaves, in the future?

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Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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