I’ma have to re-remember a facet of my life where “I’ll make do” was a thing. I mean, it still very much so is… but fuck, I could be “making do” even more if I tried just a little. I don’t wanna, because comfortability and all that, but I’ve done more with less in my past. I’m tired, but I guess it is what it is for the time being. Really wish I didn’t have to because of greedy evil, but fuck 'em… good luck in your bunker, I’ll smile at the sun instead