Of Spoons and Soft Tacos

14,071 Days Alive

I am out of spoons. Couldn’t even make dinner.

I’m fried from work. Tomorrow is pie night at Village Inn. That’s what’s for dinner tomorrow.

So stressed. So tired. Been awake two days now.


Take your meds, folks.

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