As BBC television shows usually go, it wasn't earth shattering, but I was sucked in immediately. I stayed up until midnight waiting to find out if Dorothea's weirdo husband would finally succumb to his "heart illness." Even after my watching spree, I still have three more episodes to go. I have promised myself that I won't even think about finishing Middlemarch until I have done penance for last night's indulgence. Jesse's good friend, Ben, is coming to visit on Saturday and there are still quite a few things that need to be accomplished in the apartment. I have been lax in doing things that are unappealing to me lately, like hanging that shelf in the kitchen and organizing a pile of stuff in our bedroom. There is also a mound of laundry that keeps staring at me and more paperwork that needs filing.
It's a lot to take on in just one day (just the laundry alone might kill me), but I am determined to check off several tasks on my to-do list!!
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Boooooo... Middlemarch.... Boooooo!
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