bucky balls and british television

I've become a little distracted... now that I don't have a set formula for what this blog is supposed to be, I've let it fall to a state of disrepair, if you will. I haven't forgotten it, in fact I think about posting at least once a day, I just can't think of anything worth posting.

I can think of awesome things to do with my Bucky Balls over and over and over again, however. Magnets are awesome. If you don't know what Bucky Balls are, look them up, go buy some, go play with the ones at Brookstone. Seriously. Awesome. I've gotten really good at the ball made of tiny triangles. I kind of want to buy the book when it comes out. Sad? yes. Awesome anyway? Absolutely.

I can also think of so many awesome reasons to watch as many episodes of Downton Abbey on pbs.org as possible. I've watched the first 2 episodes and I'm completely hooked. Part of me wants to watch all the episodes at once, forget sleep and work and food, and part of me wants to watch them slowly and catch up right as season two ends, that way I only have to deal with one really long cliffhanger instead of a whole bunch of short ones... I can't get over the characters and the costumes and the social aspects of the time period. I can't believe that life was so different only 100 years ago.

I need to start reading again. I'm so terrified of being consumed by a book that I'll miss something else though. At least with silly tv shows and some magnets I can multitask. I also need to start going to bed earlier again. I'm exhausted. But the only time I get to sit quietly in the same room as my boyfriend, unless we're both sleeping, is late at night... I could have much worse things to complain about.

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