Admitted. I’ve sold my soul to Netflix.
Every once in a while I start up on another show and then I get emotionally invested, no matter how bad it may be. 744 more words
Consuming: Hot dogs at Gray’s Papaya. We had intended to see The Martian while it was still in 3-D, and have Mexican food afterward, but the subway I was on suddenly went express instead of local after I had the opportunity to change to the 1 and I was late. 1,281 more words
I am avoiding posting anything that is sad lately. As usual I don’t want to infect anyone with my indisposition. As much as possible I want everyone around me to think that I am finally capable of being alive again without trying to kill myself afterwards. 497 more words