Happy Monday, all.
I know I’m way late to the party, but I’ve just discovered Orphan Black. Sci-fi is usually not my bag, but I kept seeing ads and hearing raves about this show. Plus, I heart BBC America. So I watched the first episode on demand and … I’m hooked. It may have been a nice, sunny weekend, but I don’t know because I was on my couch bingeing 16 episodes of Orphan Black.
On the other hand, I tried to get into Orange is the New Black, since that’s, like, everywhere these days. I watched the first two episodes on my overnight Israel flights — between intermittent napping, I give you — but … I just didn’t care. I wasn’t sucked into the story or characters as quickly as I’d like. Is that wrong? Should I keep trying?
Now, let’s talk bedroom procrastination. No, not like that! Get your minds out of the gutter. It’s no secret that procrastination is my one true talent in this world, but I really thought I saved my best work for the daylight hours. Then I read this. I usually blame my sleeplessness on biology (I’m just a night owl!) or on the unfairness of life (The world is run by early birds who tell me I have to be at work at 8 am!). But, no. It’s my own fault. I do all the bad stuff while “going to bed” — I watch TV. I fall prey to the great iPhone time suck: “I’m just going to see what’s happening on Pinterest….. Oh, look, it’s 1:30 a.m.” It’s comforting to know I’m not alone, I guess.
Well, I’m off to NYC — the city that raised me — “for work” this week. I will try to enjoy and revel in it. To get my city fix. And not let it steal my joy.
Have a good week, kids.