By Saint Dirty Face™

You ever feel like you’re holding it together with duct tape, caffeine, and blind faith?

Same.

I haven’t lost all my marbles yet… but there’s definitely a hole in the bag somewhere.

Maybe that’s just what life does — pokes holes, tests the seams, and dares you to keep carrying the damn bag anyway.

Some marbles roll off into jobs, kids, bills, deadlines. Some just disappear into the cosmic couch cushions of existence.

And yet, somehow, the bag’s still mostly full.

A little leaky. But functional.

So if you’re wobbling into Monday wondering where your sanity went…

Just remember: it’s not gone. It’s probably just under the fridge with the dog hair and that one sock you swore vanished in 2018.

Stay Dirty, Stay Human™

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Saint Dirty Face™