If you keep thinking it...
So I have watched it for the third time because you know, like earworm, where the music runs continually through your mind even though it's not playing, this is like earworm and eyeworm and feelsworm to me. And you have to get through the piece for real to try and get on with life more properly.
The film. Ready Player One. It keeps on playing in my mind, I can't stop thinking about it. And feeling the feelings it made me feel. All the good feelings. If my brain and my heart urge and beg me like that to watch it again (and again), then who am I to deny them?
I will continue to keep count the number of times I give in to my brain and heart to Ready Player One. But wait, stay. I will be more discreet about it from now on for you sweethearts who actually read my posts. You don't have to go through this with me. And no one needs to know how weak I am at controlling this addiction. Hahaha. Welp, I sincerely thank you for being with me. : )
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While I sit and stare blankly into space after being transported back to what Halliday calls reality from the film, I make believe that as long as I don't go to bed tonight, the dreadful tomorrow will never come...
