I slept 6.9 hours, checked in to 3 places, took 13 photos, wrote 1 microblog, and walked 6.6 miles. I was in Des Moines.
woke up after sleeping 6.9 hours
checked in at Menards, Des Moines, Iowa
checked in at Brooks' Dead End Ranch, Des Moines, Iowa
There’s something about the old Insane Clown Posse albums that I still find incredibly therapeutic in times like this.
Probably has something to do with the horror stories about torturing bigots, racists, sexual predators, and other pieces of shit.