So I broke down and ordered the Fifty Shades trilogy. Yep. I caved. It's horrible writing. and yep it's cliched and yep it's a waste of time. But it's addictive and dreamy and an escape from everything that is causing anxiety and stress. So it's ok to have an escape route every now and then, and it's ok to let your mind wander. A true guilty pleasure, correct?
I'm filling out of sorts. Tired. Needing a real escape, like a week or so on a deserted island with nothing more stressful to decide than what flavor of daiquiri to order. So failing that happening, this is what I get. An hour at Panera with a trashy book and a healthy salad. And it's ok to waste that time to give me some solace.
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