Mostly True Memoirs
NETFLIX AND CHILL
Bob was painting the back door.
At 7:00 pm, it was still not dry enough to hang the door back up.
The temperature had dropped significantly, as it does in January.
The house felt like Siberia.
I had no choice.
I had to go to bed.
I piled on several dozen blankets, and then I wrapped myself up in a weighted blanket.
Like a burrito.
I planned to watch some TV.
Instead, I fell asleep.
I woke up at 10:30 fully refreshed and also fully annoyed.
This is not what I expected from Netflix and chill.