I was very happy that Netflix had nothing more to offer to me and was looking forward to the continuation of this sanity when MK's mail came. I have returned to binging in the last two nights as if there is no morning. He's killed my appetite for work. All kinds of work. It's not like what he's written is something new. P and I and in fact RR and I talk this so regularly, making us feel all the more like a bunch of idiots maybe, but coming from MK and the words he's used... It's like finally I've run out of excuses. And we've got a king for the club of idiots.
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