I did finally get to see Little Dorrit, which was lovely, but made me realize that my watching of multiple BBC dramas is probably just as self-destructive as all of those people who watch stupid unrealistic chick flicks, because whenever they end I feel very much as if I wish my life could be like that, or at least could be like the part at the end with Matthew Macfayden being so very kissable. Never mind all of the parts about debtors' prison and murderers and such.
Also, I miss having friends nearby, and I realize it more whenever I spend time with Whitney and Torie and talk to Lindsey. I'm working on it in the new ward, but I'm not as brave on my own. Maybe on the Heber campout this weekend.
Hopefully my posting desire will return soon.
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I hear you... I haven't been in much of a posting mood either. I'll let this comment suffice for a time :)
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