That’s how I’ve been feeling the last couple of days. I wrote my last exam for my BA on the 6th of November and promptly spent the following three days melting my brain with TV because I was unable to do anything else. I felt like I’d been high for a week and had finally crashed in the worst way possible. Three weeks’ worth of anticipation caught up with me like a bad rash and there was nothing to do but blob in front of the aforementioned moving images, as well as snuggle up next to Jen at intermittent intervals to watch (and help) her play Monkey Island. Good times.
Lots of tea, too.
As of today I am finally feeling like I’ve caught up with myself. I feel guilty when I take days off and don’t write, but I’ve been told that this is the kind of thing to earn you a degree in Burnout (had that before, not fun), so I’ve been a good girl and rested my brain. But today I did write a little and it felt great. Good to be back. The flow will start readily again as of tomorrow.
Tonight, I still have some Fringe episodes from Season One to catch up on and I must say that I do love that show. It’s nice to see all those freaky things you’ve been trying to get your friends interested in for years being dished out to the general viewing public. Good job, J.J. Now please, don’t screw us over on LOST.