First.
Nation by Terry Pratchett is now in my top five books of all time. The anger and rage the main character Mau felt at the koss, questioning the gods and the old ways. His growth. Time with the European Ghost Girl. Her growth from pampered to providing.
Second.
So…
There was a Reddit meetup tonight.
At a brewery.
It didn’t click until I literally walked in.
Soda Bread strikes again!
My mental supervillain.
(Stay tuned for more, kids!)
It was packed. I made one lap around the building and to the outside patio, even more crammed in tables, conversations buzzing about
Behind them was standing room only.
Thinking on it now that may have been a smoking area.
Didn’t matter.
The smell of the beer alone overwhelmed me in a sensory overload as soon as I walked through the door
I had a fucking panic attack and bolted.
I feel so ashamed of myself…
And now for something completely different…
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