12,912 Days Alive
Short entry tonight. I’m fried.
I had therapy today with Mx Steph. They’re pretty groovy but we were both a little distracted.
It’s election night and I don’t have it in me to stay up and see if we’re getting a political death sentence in the form of another four years of Trump.
So I’m going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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