I finished reading Throne of Glass tonight and I don't know how to feel about it. Trust me, I borrowed a paperback from a friend and pirated the audiobooks so I have not given her any money. Really I did it because I love my friends and I love what they love, even if I don't really like it. I am a very fast reader, it's a point of pride and efficiency for me, and the first act of this book took me two weeks to read. It was paced so bad and I don't really care if that's her signature, boo. But idk man, this isn't a book review blog no matter how much it may seem like it at times! I read it. I signed on for book one and I read book one. I love you, Elena and Katelyn. Take what you can get from this picky reader.

Anyways! I'm at my parents, I've been sick as fuck since Mother's Day. Not a virus or anything, just a big crash and flare up since I went so hard over the weekend what with the physical labor and mental effort of being around all of my siblings and their partners and my baby niece. I love them so much but I am so tired. My stomach hates the exhuastion and no matter how much I sleep I still feel so heavy in my bones and knotted up inside. Trill didn't go home for mother's day. I don't actually know much about her mother. I'm sure she'd tell me if I asked, but there's sort of an unspoken thing between women sometimes where it goes without saying we're kind of fucked up from our moms. If you ask, there will be something. So I give her the break and I don't ask.

This is Brad, my cat. I rescued him my second year of college and he lives at my parents now because my roommates cats are very mean and territorial and Brad is a soft, limp wristed little pretty boy (in the best way). I love to see him whenever I visit. He's gotten more and more indepedent in his old age, preferring the back of the recliner to a person's lap, but I like to watch him watching the birds, thinking he might somehow get lucky. Dream on, buddy.

I'm not sure how long I'll stay this visit. I used to come for three weeks so regularly, but I already feel the itch to go home to my water pressure and freshly cleaned fridge. I've become sort of a priss as I've gotten older, sometimes the homestead life my parents go for leaves me itchy and off kilter. Maybe it's just the allergy attacks I have when I'm out in the country. Either way, this city cat has changed a lot.

I'm entering the sneezing zone. God knows if I'll ever get out of it. I have to shuffle allergy meds every summer and it looks like Xyzal was one of the many to fail the second summer trial. Back to the drawing board. I wonder if they make an allergy pill that's just a brick? Who am I kidding, that's benadryl and I just took one. Goodnight nurse!

xoxo char/trill

May 14th, 2025