“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.”
terminus10 on June 12nd, 2017 at 00:18 UTC »
I like how Netflix continues past bedtime. If you don't go to sleep, tomorrow morning will take longer to arrive.
GSturges on June 12nd, 2017 at 01:57 UTC »
“In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know that you've had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.”
Masian on June 12nd, 2017 at 02:26 UTC »
Every night. I don't limit this shit to Sundays.