A very important and wonderful character in a book I’m reading just died and I’m literally sick to my stomach. Why do authors want to hurt me like this? Why do I continue to read things I know will break my heart?! 😭
I completed every errand and duty I had listed for today. So I’m treating myself to boiling bubble bath, a new smutty fae romance novel and a GLASS (I haven’t unpacked/found my champagne flutes) of sparkling wine. Cheers. 😇
[my first day in a drug cartel]
kingpin: where's the coke
me: is pepsi ok? hehe
[later]
police: this is the most bullet holes we've ever seen in a single body