there will be a fish

Hi everybody. My sleep cycle is totally fucked, my uterus and ovaries are conspiring to kill me (again), and I missed watching the US-Algeria game due to the above. And then our oven decided to drive Katie insane last night. Not on.

But that's okay! There are other things in the world making me happy. Like the Life (the TV show, not The Game Of) fic that thespatz posted yesterday. It's called Here, and it's a quiet little piece of post-finale gen, and it just makes me really happy. It's all sunshine and painful memories, and partners, and you should all go check it out. ♥

Speaking of Life, I've been meaning for ages to link to this article from the New Yorker: Is solitary confinement torture? (It can be hard to read at points, fair warning.) I started reading it mostly because I was curious about the solitary confinement backstory in Life and doing research, but the article turned out to be really eye-opening for me on a lot of other levels, and I highly recommend it to everyone, whether you're interested in Charlie Crews or not.