My Brain is Melting

Oh, Internet, I hope you don’t think less of me, but…but…I haven’t been able to read a book in a few weeks. No, I’m serious, this isn’t an April Fool’s in September joke. I really haven’t been able to read. I think it’s because I have been writing so much that my brain is full. It is just…full of words. I can’t put any more in there because they just fall out. And it’s not like I’ve been trying to read Ulysses dreck over here.

No, I’m talking Outlander and Sophie Kinsella. I’m talking about books I would normally gobble up in a day.

I.

Can’t.

Read.

(I will still have a “books I read” post at the end of the month, though, because I *did* read a few books. One? Three? Something like that. Get ready to be underwhelmed.)

So, I’ve been *gasp* watching things on TV. I’ve watched The Mindy Project (good), and I just started Sherlock (omg Martin Freeeeeeemaaaaan), aaaaand…that’s it.

Will you give me suggestions for what to watch?

I have Netflix, but no cable. I love comedy but dislike most dramas that aren’t in the Law & Order style (that is, the bad things happen to characters we don’t know well, so there’s no gut-punching awfulness to the murders, etc, because you’re detached in an inhuman and frightening way that says too much about our society aaaand you get the idea). Movies, TV, short films, youtube are all equally good in my eyes. (My favorite thing this year was the Lizzie Bennet Diaries on youtube, honestly.)

MWAH and THANK YOU! My melting brain thanks you too.

Martin Freeman frowns at you, because, what, he’s not good enough?