Some vicious alchemy of hormones, depression, and running backs hitting people smaller and weaker than they are played havoc with my mood in September. If I were a color in September I’d have been blue; if I were a Tarot card, six of swords; if I were an internet meme, Sad Keanu. As I write this post, I am back up to like, gold, eight of pentacles, and videos of animals who have formed unlikely cross-species friendships. And you know who (partly) cheered me up? My girl (maybe?) K. J. Parker! If you do not know, K. J. Parker is…
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