“Sorry, I can’t do this any more!” “What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? What is THIS, you can’t do?” “Umm…” “I really think you need to cut back on watching the soap opera’s and reality TV shows and get back to work.” “Ummm…” “Ummmm….what? Jerry? I have no idea what you are
Henry was awoken for the umpteenth time by the sound of metal grazing upon metal. He tried to block it out by pressing his palms against his ears. It didn’t work, he frustratedly yanked his duvet and covered his head, pulling out one pillow from under his head and smothering himself with it. No luck.
I have been binge-watching a lot of shows on Netflix. I finally reached my quota and hit the breaks when I wrapped up all four seasons of Queer Eye and hit the halfway mark on season three of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I knew I needed to stop and rejoin reality, my reality, a painful reality.
I haven’t worked out in four months, and prior to this January it had been years since I had lugged my butt to the gym. But in January I forced myself to get back in to shape. My muscles were extremely tight especially in my back and legs, I knew that was just welcoming an
Anna listened to the closing credits of another episode of “Patriot Act”, the screen went white and the Netflix logo beamed on the screen. She shut her laptop and sadness overwhelmed her. She sat up from the couch and with a heavy sigh lifted her laptop and walked to her bedroom, her head hung. She
“This is self-inflicted punishment”, Rachael remarked. “What is?” Dot retorted. “Drinking coffee to stay awake and binge watch episodes of Prison Break!” “You’ll live.” Dot was dismissive. “I haven’t worked all week. I keep running to the bathroom to sit on the can and sleep.” “That’s gross”, Dot snorted. “You have no idea! The occasional