Betty suggested I watch this Australian series, Rake--and here it is almost two in the morning and I am coming to an end of Season 1. I watched the first episode a couple of weeks ago and thought, no way, but today, since Betty liked it, I watched episode two.
It's on Netflix--four seasons I think.
So when Season 1 ends, I'm back to picture-taking and yoga. Never mind that Rake is irreverently funny and oddball and endearing and handsome, that the cast is great, and the court cases quirky and weird. Never mind that it makes me laugh every single episode. I will not watch season 2....
Yeah right. That reminds me of the promises I wrote in school:
I will not talk.
I will not talk.
I will not talk.
I will not talk.
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