Wrong era, but at least there’s internet for binge watching…

So I’m binge watching this show and…what do you mean what show? You clearly know the show I’m obsessed about lately…oh what the hell, it’s The Marvelous Mrs Maisel.

Okay! So it’s a musical scene with Jazz and I ask myself. What the bloody hell am I doing outside the screen? I mean I belong in there. Not among actors. No. I meant in that era.

Then I realized it’s 3 am and in probably just tired & overthinking. About everything. Life, people, things, errors, hopes, dreams blah blah blah.

That’s when I hear the wisdom of voices tell me what’s wrong. I needed midnight snacks. I open the fridge, mix whatever I coukd find, heat it and I’m back with a plate in my hand and the world of Midge Maisel in front of me.

But, I still feel I’m at the wrong side of the screen.

Damn you Jazz.

It’s not this show, it must then blame Ryan Gosling & his Jazz loving Sebastian role. Never gave a second thought to Jazz before.

Okay! Break is over. Time to hit Play button. Don’t you love Friday nights? Such a party it is.

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