Binge

Last night when I got home I was too tired to write, almost too tired to undress for bed. Today was recovery day. After sleeping in, I stumbled to the couch, watched a couple of episodes of Suits, and went back to bed to nap for a few more hours. I’ve been useless all day.

I want a Harvey Spector. It’s the value he puts on loyalty. I’d take that over love, money or whatever else people use as the basis for relationships.

My oldest friend called a little while ago. He’s in town and wants to get together for coffee tomorrow. Not only am I looking forward to seeing him, I’m happy to have a reason to get dressed. Tonight, though, I binge.