so. off with Tchaikovsky then. I was thinking maybe dogs of war?

Leave him alone that’s his quarter life crisis

Reading Dogs of war means crying a lot bc you’re sleep deprived and paranoid. Crying at four in the morning bc the fucking lizard sniper died and crying at breakfast over my cereal bc the swarm of bees is alive

I think I’ll read other stuff from this author, I do

Picking up yakuza again next week

I need to be commended. I made the conscious choice not to start Old man’s war by John Scalzi,

I started Redshirts instead.