I love my nightly slack hour (note: singular coz its restricted to a full 60-min indulgence) infront of the television. Somehow I know my work is piling up, my mails are piling up, my unread papers are piling up, my escapade planning is undone and yet, I chose to spend my time watching tv.
Guilty as charged.
In fact, I was so tired that I gave my daily (at least 3 days in a row for the last 3 days) swim a miss. The danger of drowning is genuine. Strangely, my mum volunteered to wake me up for tv since I got home and rushed to my bed.
Everyone gave up and chose their bed over watching the show!
What can I say, it was worth it. Once again, I get moved by television serial.
I still feel attached to fictional events - an hour well spent :)
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