come Friday night I'll be in front of a screen, escaping from reality.
This week? Maybe a marathon of Breaking Bad. It's not that I empathize with Walter White. Or maybe I do. The notion of turning away from the light is alluring.
Engineer John from the Paragraph Factory helpfully suggested borrowing his virgin copy of Love Story. Such a sardonic soul; it helps explain why I like the guy so much.
In the dark of the makeshift screening room I will also push my cuticles, paint my nails and wonder how long before I can finally close my eyes and not dream.