I guess I’ve been in a bit of a holding pattern, so I figured I wouldn’t subject you to the boring nature of my life during the past couple weeks. Not to mention the perpetual delay of James’s switch to the day shift has me in a sort of perma-bitch mode. And everyone knows the only cure for that is large doses of British television (currently working through, and loving, the newest version of Dr. Who). So therefore unless you’d like to engage in a discussion about David Tennant, there has really been no point in writing here.
Also, I’ve been dressing quite boring too. Shockingly, the BBC doesn’t have a dress code for viewing its shows. I’ve never been one to come home and throw on my sweatpants before, but seriously, I think I’ve been missing out because right now that is exactly what I need.
Or perhaps I need to break out of this funk. To be determined, I guess.