Tired of T.V.
Because of T.V., I can no longer think;
I can only dream myself to sleep.
The film that I watch, was given a five star rating
And the star of the film, was on the front of Empire magazine.
But I feel so tired, as my eyelids fall down.
I can no longer concentrate; my short term memory is dead.
What was that thing, the lead actor just said?
Oh well, who cares? I’m going to bed.
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LOL yes a good fun read. Exactly describes the way i felt last night as i climbed the wooden hill to bed.
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