Starting from today, I’m officially living my last year in my 20’s. Yes, I’m twenty fucking nine and I couldn’t be more scared. Sure, I’m still young and youthful, but I sometimes wonder back to that 16 year old me, who dreamt of a career I couldn’t be furthest from, and feel as if I’ve let her down. But that’s just the birthday-blues talking, and I’m almost used to it because I’ve had these feelings for the past few years now. So instead of actually feeling sorry for myself, here is today’s CB featuring a graph for m.brown because he does not know what a Sam-gasm is….
Last week I took it a little easier in the Sam Rockwell front, because I just couldn’t handle more of him without loosing my mind. But I did end up watching three of his movies on Sunday, after I had finally finished three seasons of a show that I really liked. In other words, my second and last week (I can’t stay home longer, it’s unhealthy plus I need to interact with actual people) of sick leave was definitely less productive but it was still enjoyable.