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I tally everything I have to do this afternoon. I have to study for a PR History quiz, and do my Physics homework, and do my English post. I have to type up my supplements and complete my Common App. Senior year is no joke. Time management is key. I must remain focus at all times and avoid any distractions.

I flop onto my bed, open my laptop, and there it is. The beloved window enrapturing me like a siren’s song. The beautiful, oh so beautiful, bright red screen with seven, white, glorious letters that spelled out one heavenly word…

Netflix.

I look from one side to the other. I know I should study. My endless to-do list is on repeat in my brain. I must do Spanish, I must do college stuff… But at the same time, it’s sweet sweet beautiful Netflix.

I click the ‘Enter’ button.

Opening the magnificent world of Netflix. Endless lists of Adventure, and Romantic Comedies, and TV Shows. Full seasons of ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and ‘Friends.’ It’s the site of the Gods, and I have the privilege to watch all of them.

I move the little arrow to ‘Breaking Bad.’

“Just one episode wouldn’t hurt,”

**Episode ends, the seconds start counting down. The next episode play**

“Oh well, guess i have to watch the next one,” promising that it will be the last one.

**5 episodes later**

“Holy crapanology, it’s 5AM, I should go to sleep, I have school tomorrow afteral. I’ll just do everything during snack or lunch, don't worry i got this.”

But this isn’t Netflix’s fault. Oh no. Netflix is never wrong. Netflix is bae. Netflix is better than freaking pizza.

I think I might have a teeny, tiny, Netflix addition problem. But who doesn’t?