Sweet Dreams

I should stay up all night talking to Beth about Mr. Purefoy more often. I was rewarded by a most exquisite dream in which he loved me most dearly. Oh man was it a great dream. *sigh*

The only thing that would have been better last night was a dream of DS, which is more rare than I would like, especially when he's away.

I had to tape the women's figure skating finals because of my climbing night on Thursday, and I'm just now getting around to watching it. This Dick guy that is commentating.. ugh. I wish he'd shut up already. He can be so rude, and he worries about things like the skaters being "pretty" and their shoelaces being tucked. I much prefer Scott Hamilton's commentary, who can point out mistakes without being overly negative and always explains the good qualities the skaters have.

Now, I plan to finish watching my favorite part of the winter Olympics, and then sleep some before work again tomorrow. Hopefully, tonight I'll dream of my heart.