If you ever worked your a$$ off for years then encountered a storm of life; the one that would shake you to the bone- No not Puerto Rico, my heart aches for you Puerto Rico, then you can understand why I embrace the moments of not getting up to the sound of an alarm clock.
Of course, I have things to do, but I am riding the wave this time, recovering if you will from that storm.
Anywho, I have to exercise since I doodled yesterday and did not get to it- even though it was on the commitment calendar. As if! As if the dotted line would make this body move.
So, I hit the Netflix button and a movie appeared on the screen, and as soon as I read “Stephen King,” I knew I had to have comfort food- coffee, no sugar just cream. Nothing fancy just French Vanilla, the real cream, not the one that you pump-Gross!!!!
Gerald’s Game, I watched in suspense, muting the movie through the scariest of moments because the leading actor and I could not handle it.
I always found it stupid when people allow themselves to be handcuffed. Why? OH, why would you allow that? Then right towards the end when things seemed calm and happy I kept thinking- “this is Stephen King, do not be fooled. This is Stephen King, STEPHEN!”
And sure enough! POOOFFFFF the movie went to scarier mode! UGHHHHH!!!!! But I had the movie on mute? It did not matter!
Watch it if you can- MUAHAHHAHA (sinister laugh).
On my way to reality- treadmill. Try that Stephen King!
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