And now, onto The New Yorker profile of Paul Haggis from February. I love treating myself to articles about Scientology when there’s like 4830483 other things I should be doing! Would it be just too weird if I treated myself to a copy of Dianetics? I think maybe yes. Right? Ok. I won’t.
TREAT YO SELF SATURDAY AFTERNOON EDITION IS IN FULL EFFECT YOU GUYS.
Today I’m treating myself to coffee in bed and that 11 page piece about Scientology from Rolling Stone I’ve been meaning to read for like 6 months.
I need a MOTHERFUCKING drink.
And my bestie. Pronto.
Luckily I’m only hours away from that combo of things.
What I wouldn’t give for some sort of expectations machine. Right? You type in your current situation, and then this thing very matter-of-factly tells you what your REALISTIC expectations should be.
Maybe this is something I should be able to do for myself, but I just can’t.