I have a hangover. A book hangover. And my current imaginary condition brings to mind an excellent point—why do good books have to end? They shouldn’t be allowed to end. They should go on forever or until they aren’t good books anymore. Good books should be like fan fiction. Outstanding fan fiction. Fan fiction where the writer actually holds themselves to an update schedule instead of talking about life getting in the way or their muse taking an extended Cheeto break. I real

Summer is here, which means the annual Great Air Conditioning Battle has begun. I am currently losing the battle, but I will win the war. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, opening the windows when it’s 90° does nothing other than allow microscopic mosquitos entry into a violently hot house. All of that is to say that even though I have a 4376 things I want to say, my brain is melting, and I’m suffering from mosquito bite poisoning, which means you get a list, as well