I mean, I don’t not, I just wish I had any actual talent, or a working brain.
Coworker M is no longer with us, for unclear reasons, which sucks. Now I have to do all the middle-aged-American-white-guying around here.
Finally did the work thing I have been alternately struggling with and flaking on for ages, which leads directly to another task that I am putting off until Monday.
Read: Operation Endgame (JN Chaney, Terry Mixon): The end! Did not turn around the decline of interestingness, alas. The enemies were vanquised in straight-up battle, all named characters survived, etc, etc.
Read: Bacchanal (Veronica G Henry): A Black girl with secret magical powers falls in with a supernatural carnival traveling the South in the 1930s, pursued and befriended by supernatural creatures of African origin and/or Black people with magic. Cameo by an historical Black lady gangster of the time.
Written: 214. These words aren’t as bad, but they aren’t doing anybody any good.