This was going to be a post about books

but that's going to come later, because my brain is ridiculous (and not always in the good way)

( Contains vague spoilers for a minor character in The Bonehunters, and me waffling about alcoholism and why I find it really hard to read )

I have no idea where that came from, or why. This is one of those posts that I'm sure would have made the gobshites I used to live have a screaming fit and tell me that it's not all about me. I know it's not all about me, but these things still hurt sometimes, and still make me feel fucking weird.

Book post shortly. I'm fine, book did not break me (at least not with this character) but I am still going slowly insane from being stuck in the sticks on my own.