In the past when I’ve been sick and set up my laptop to work from bed (it’s crazy to realize the first time I did this was in 2007 when my fractured vertebrae hurt so bad I was immobilized, but I digress), not only do I work, but I watch my comfort movies.
But all the DVDs are in storage and my current Netflix attention span is about a twenty-minute episode of something…
If I was sure Jack wouldn’t eat them, I could bring the Funkos from my comfort movies over and write my own storyline. But then again, that’s the slippery slope to bad fan fiction turning into bad movies I never want to see.
They don’t look like they want that, either.
