I wish I could say I was too busy. I’m just too… Lazy I guess. Lots in my head, nothing coming out.
Do you know these phases? Not able to take things in? To actually do something? Anything. A bit too restless to listen to music, no peace to read a book, even a magazine? All I can handle is easy stuff, but the crapy thing is that I just finished the last season of my Netflix obsession (I’m always so late… Lorelai where were you all my life?).
(Not so) long story short: all is left is looking at pictures. I can always look at pretty pictures.
So here you are.
It’s ok, these phases never last long.
PS 1. If you have tips for a new easy to digest tv series, please let me know! I’m so not ready for Dexter like Mr. Husband is suggesting all the time.