Luck is, I always take a breather, enjoying my day spending some time with these human unicorns every Feb16th 😉
These days, CSPAN/public affairs channel broadcasting gov proceedings is a neverending nerve-racking horror show I have to keep up with bated breath, so my drama spa has to be extraordinary painless, escapism is more essential as ever. Like those last cans of chicken noodle soup the 5th or infinite day of being miserably under the weather, I am heaping my drama plate with billowing fluffs.
I am officially in nightmareality, a day I am koala-ing them on screen for dear sanity.
This is weight/lightness of living lifting fairydust in potent purest form. I started this in 2017, ie short few days ago and needless to say I am at the rewatching, MVs hording stage where containing manic addiction, longing, already bracing that bittersweet unbearable breakup at its last sweet epi, is futile.
I had a few days I must have completely blocked myself out of my body. I stayed away from turning on a thing in fear of news, some reality. Then, I forced myself to watch dramas over the weekend when I could not do socializing.
Yesterday started with a failed meringue.
Round glare confined in darkness on a clear night. Clouds shielding, moon promulgates a gentler illumine across the vast, where a clear heart guards below.
I was so stressed over this angsty fluffy thing last night I lost some sleep over it. I streamed it live while conferencing, as I have done shamefully many times when drama addiction hit, holding in sobz, the balls I have, or very good at pulling my sinuses flaring up card, really. I have enjoyed 16/18 worthy episodes emotionally ridiculously much till this, stakes are so high because I have already put it on my fav list. It will break me more than what Prince was wrung through, if this suddenly is subpar, and my par is a hair less of flawlessness for MDBC, it has been sating my greed SO GOOD.