So damned weak,...pisses me off. The meds burn through me like fucking Chemo. I'm bleeping shooting freely from both ends, and have the stamina of a bowl of noodles.
So of course sitting here I took a snap of whatever was handy.
This a model of a Brit WW2 flying boat.
A big old Sunderland Mk-III-A, 1944.
Loves the old flying boats.
There it is again in my bowl of boiled paper.
My dinner. Swell huh?
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