Yeah, I feel that. I've just stopped trying to keep track at this point, time's a construct of human perception anyway. It's June 2016 here, something in 2018 probably in Tokyo, March 2024 back home, and whothefuckknows in the other fucking place like this I've been. I choose not having a fucking aneurysm.
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Date: 2024-06-24 06:56 pm (UTC)From: