bones

And I've been drinkin' now 

Just a little too much

And I don't know how

I can get in touch with you

Now there's only one thing for me to do

That's to keep on tryin' to get home to you...

Last week I was in a coma metaphorically. I shut the doors and just watched Bones from sun up to sun down. Six seasons of gross crime scenes, geeky bone conversations, and romance. I was lying in bed 80 percent of the time. No internet. Just a snack or two every so often. Gross. I guess I just got tired again. Therapy's not an option so this was the second best thing to do in my opinion. I kept wondering what got into me. The main character of the story is not someone I can identify myself with. It was probably all the pent-up frustrations: emotionally, mentally, and sexually.

I just finished the last episode an hour ago. I'm excited for the upcoming season. So this is how it feels to live in some kind of a bubble. I try not to keep track of time. I try not to beat myself up and just enjoy the moment of nothingness, because really I was enjoying every minute of it as well. Some part of me prayed for a big bang moment. Like a jolt. Most times I was caught up in the story. And there were some moments I just wanted to drift to sleep while still listening to the dialogue of the characters. 

Feet banging on the power button of the fan at the edge of my bed, lights off, I just laid there. I didn't realize I can now eat Anything while watching rotting bodies filled with maggots, worms, and what not. Yum.