I’ve been binging on Breaking Bad for the past week, and I was so knee-deep in it at one point that I thought I might catch-up in time to watch tonight’s new episode live.
I’m not there — not close, but also not far* — but it’s a weird feeling to be relieved that I didn’t accomplish something pretty ridiculous and pathetic. On top of that, I also have this feeling that I’ve failed. Rather than ruling it out and slowing down, I plowed forward and didn’t do it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bake a cake, eat three-quarters of it, then pat myself on the back (after I vomit, of course) for not eating the whole thing.
* The best way to explain is that I’m close enough that I won’t dare tell you what season/episode I’m on, as I can already feel you judging me. STOP IT.
