the syringe

whenever i get struck with my now uncontrollable addiction to korean series,
when my eyes finally got bleary after nights of not sleeping,
when the familiar painful pounding began to creep up the back of my head,
i'd feel a horrible blast of guilt hitting full force on my conscience.
at those times.. i'll imagine the Syringe. A magic Syringe. which doesn't draw out blood.
I'd imagine myself sticking it to my arm and slowly drawing out the lazy bugs out from my system. Slowly, stingingly.
the pain is salve for my teared conscience.
I'd fill up buckets upon buckets of purple gooey. Sometimes.. when i've been lazy too long, they became hard maroon lumps. And they'd make awful clanking sounds in my buckets.
and the sounds will make me feel guiltier.
And i'd go the the control panel and block all streaming sites.
until a few hours later..when i can't focus on any of my assignments.. i will desperately justify to my brains the need of taking a short break,
and gleefully unblock everything. and then the cycle starts again.
i should register for MAA, movie addicts anonymous. because the Syringe,
it has lost its magic.