Television is the epitome of my summer. I know summer was a handful of months ago, but I can still visualize how I spent my unproductive days: I’d be on the couch, blankets sprawled across me, as I begin my fifth-ish hour of Netflix watching. If I didn’t have time for my daily intake of the latest shows, I MADE TIME. Procrastination, laziness, and distractions filled my 15 hours of being awake- most in front of the tv eating ice cream(or whatever junk I put in me).
Of course there’s my dad coming in with the occasional, “You should off the TV, Esha” but pssshhhh it’s not like that’s ever gonna happen.
But, WHY do I enjoy this rather unhealthy addiction? Because it’s inhumane to miss the last episode of the season for this new baking show! Nor can I just NOT WATCH what happens when Barry Allen realizes that his father-like figure’s from the future! Most importantly, the pain of being two episodes away from the season finale but you realized “Maybe this should stop…”
None the less, I am looking forward to summer.
Wanna join me? Here’s the link to Netflix