I spent the weekend wasting away my valued brain cells reviewing and re-emoting over a television series. I can't just watch the show; I must delve deeply enough into the characters' FICTIONAL lives that I am moved to tears during EVERY episode. Oh, the shame.
I actually had nightmares last night as a direct result of having watched too much Felicity in one day. This tremendous guilt weighed on me that I had not been there to protect Julie (who, in my dream morphed into three different people) from being attacked. I am not kidding.
It's not just that.
Honestly, this worry over brain atrophy becomes more significant the further I get from college (about 10 months. Who's overdramatic now, FELICIDAD?!). I fear (just typed "feer"--DEAR GOD) that mental decline is upon me.
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