It’s 11:10pm. Very late at night for me. I’m trying to watch Deadpool and Wolverine on Disney+. I have about 40 minutes left to go but I am not going to make it. I have to go to sleep. I’ll watch the rest while I do my exercise in the morning.
I’ve needed to laugh out loud a bunch of times, but Jen was asleep and I didn’t want to wake her, so like a good Irish American stereotype I’ve been keeping my feelings buried down deep inside of me and keeping it all bottled up. Granted the stereotype I’m talking about applies to burying painful, negative feelings rather than laughter and happiness, but like all things on this blog, I needed to mold the expectations to fit my poorly written story. You know how it is.
G’night, everyone. See you all in the morning.
PS: What the hell is up with the tags field on the blog editor? It barely works right now. It started this afternoon and I’ve seen the problems on two machines using two different browsers. The cursor and my text just vanish in the middle of typing an entry. The fuck is up with that, wordpress.com? Let’s fix that particular bug, pronto. I have spoken. This is the way.
Late-night movie struggles are so real.🤝🎉
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I can relate to that Irish American stereotype!
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