So, call me crazy or whatevs but I have a sense of adventure and sometimes that means reading all fucking night – as in literally all night – or maybe just til 4am or writing until midnight or binge watching two seasons of GIRLS because they are seriously only 30 minutes each, or thereabouts.
It’s 6am and there is fucking birdsong outside, as though I didn’t just have my heart ripped out of my chest and then put victoriously back by Adam Driver running through the streets without a shirt to the woman he loves because he loves her. And now I can’t watch season 3 consecutively because kids, and all that, and adult themes on the big screen etc. Yeah, that scene on her chest, um, right.
So I have been imagining one of the main characters in the book I’m writing as looking like Adam Driver, so all this bullshit with my friends giving me Kylo Ren/AD gear for my birthday? Hilarious and coincidental, but also inspirational.  And frankly, watching these two seasons – in 9 hours or so – has confirmed in my mind just what the hell is going on with that character because he was elusive until now, which totally threw me because hello? I created you, you fucker, you don’t get to jerk me around etc. And the other guy who I thought was THE guy, might not be the guy, and that kind of breaks my heart as well, but maybe it’s not four days worth of heartbreak over an imaginary character like last time, so I guess that is just as telling.