Dude, who even knows.
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Yeah, no, the testosterone increase must’ve come within the last year, ‘cause digging wet leaves out of gutters and wrestling them around in wheely bins to put on Blueberry Hill last winter wouldn’t take me out sore for days after and then endowed with new muscles like doing the same for Strawberry Ridge does this one
I wanted to get something done today but it’s cold and drizzly and the sides of my ribs are tender and now that I’ve eaten and had time with my weed pen I’m just gonna climb back into bed
Is kind of breathtaking how much my mind and body have basically been on autopilot towards my ideal lately, but I guess...