Take no notice of me if I make any comments about TikTok junkies, disparaging, or not, as I am a YouTube junkie. It's true, I know it.
I can spend hours, mindlessly...
All day on the couch, not problem. I like it too much.
I guess you could say it's a problem, in a sense.
Yeah, sure it is. But then, so is global warming, and no-one is really taking that seriously.
Sunday, fuck it! I'm watching my favourite Canadian car restoration show.
"Hey, Mr Trump, let me put it in words you will understand, fuck off."
And tomorrow is a public holiday.
It's not productive. YouTube.
I read a short story this morning, The Feminist, it was good too. Reading a short story is productive, I can feel the inspiration soaking into me. I must write more fiction. Do it instead of watching YouTube.
I must find my kindle, I've misplaced it somewhere, which doesn't help me put down YouTube and read, let me tell you.
Now, where did I put it? Where did I put that damn thing? There can't be that many places where it would be. Surely?
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