Y'all. Astarion can't wait for us to sneak away and indulge in each other! I’m so pleased for Wyll.

I’m so bad at romancing Astarion. My odor already makes Lae’zel’s neck sweat, but I’m still just peanuts to my pale dude.

Last night I passed 1,000 hours in BG3. I might be *slightly* obsessed.

I’m playing Wyll for my second BG3 honor mode attempt. I managed to kill off Astarion in under half an hour. Didn’t even make it off the nautiloid.

It’s hard to write about crochet without accidentally referring to hookers.

Learned way too much about koala chlamydia at trivia tonight.

“In quotidian conversations for girls in Mississippi, anything less than over-the-top, performative sunniness comes across as rude. It’s a high, frankly exhausting, bar, then and now.”

The Steps We Take: A Memoir of Southern Reckoning by Ellen Ann Fentress

Southerners. When did we start saying “welcome in”? Because we make it sound just like “welcoming” and it always throws me for a loop.

I miss the kidlit community and so many other of the librarian and literary communities from the old bird app. I tend to be a lurker more than anything else, but I’m hoping to share more about what I’m reading and whatnot here on Bluesky.