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This is tragic. Only this afternoon I was remembering about Battlestar, and thinking how I actually had time to watch it on Sunday evening, and isn't this great, it's finally coming back, and then at 9:50, 50 minutes too late, I realize I've forgotten all about it.
On the plus side I have a double-layer chocolate cake (with a continental divide in the middle) to show for it, along with some extra reading and a bit of BBC Pride & Prejudice watching, but I feel like a bad fan. Bad, bad, bad.
I am quite pleased about my P&P kick, though. Last night and this morning I watched the new version again, and it made me think about In My Father's Den. That pretty much no one has ever seen. (NZ film) I don't have any huge objections to him as Mr. Darcy, but he is way better in that film. Which reminds me of this incredibly detailed dream I had a couple weeks ago. The retelling of it takes more than five minutes, is how much I remember. I'm not going to put it all down here, though, since I have to read Ian and Ellen's papers before bed, but the basic premise was me getting married. Oddly enough, it was a take off of What a Girl Wants, with a little bit of I Capture the Castle thrown in. Mariana, if you're reading this, you weren't very supportive of my marriage. (You had objections to the fact that we'd only known each other a few weeks, and refused to even be present during the ceremony, though you showed up afterward.) And Heather, you didn't even come. (You were in Florida.) But Cammi, you did. And you were dancing.
On the plus side I have a double-layer chocolate cake (with a continental divide in the middle) to show for it, along with some extra reading and a bit of BBC Pride & Prejudice watching, but I feel like a bad fan. Bad, bad, bad.
I am quite pleased about my P&P kick, though. Last night and this morning I watched the new version again, and it made me think about In My Father's Den. That pretty much no one has ever seen. (NZ film) I don't have any huge objections to him as Mr. Darcy, but he is way better in that film. Which reminds me of this incredibly detailed dream I had a couple weeks ago. The retelling of it takes more than five minutes, is how much I remember. I'm not going to put it all down here, though, since I have to read Ian and Ellen's papers before bed, but the basic premise was me getting married. Oddly enough, it was a take off of What a Girl Wants, with a little bit of I Capture the Castle thrown in. Mariana, if you're reading this, you weren't very supportive of my marriage. (You had objections to the fact that we'd only known each other a few weeks, and refused to even be present during the ceremony, though you showed up afterward.) And Heather, you didn't even come. (You were in Florida.) But Cammi, you did. And you were dancing.