Somebody please waterboard my brain till it can explain to me how it is okay to wake a person up at 5 in the goddamn morning. I was in the middle of free running with Adrian Brody from giant lizard monsters when BAM, my eyelids snap open and I am face to face with the morning grey. I should have drank about 6 more beers before I went to bed so that I could at least count on being passed out for the entire night. I spent the prior evening sautéing my ass off making some killer tofu fajitas (pressed and marinated tofu strips, slow cooked beer beans, and seared peppers, onions, mushrooms and spinach in a spicy tomato sauce fuck yes) and drinking PBR to settle my upset stomach. The boyfriend and I recently decided to start re-watching The Walking Dead in order to prepare our feeble little minds for the new season to appear on Netflix. Sometimes I cant imagine life before Netflix, you know, back when I eagerly jumped into the suns loving embrace without a second thought because I was an actual human back then. Now I am just circling the drain, edging closer to my final buffering before I inevitably die from too much instant streaming. Thanks again Hulu, Netflix and all the other entertainment demons that have robbed me of my personality...