Today was a good day, but I gotta tell you, my sense of time is really warped these days. I’ve been sleeping for twelve hours and up for sixteen, so I never know what day it is without consulting a calendar.
228 posted on 04/27/2019 7:13:48 PM PDT by Windflier
(Pitchforks and torches ripen on the vine. Left too long, they become black rifles.)