For the few weeks or so I’ve been listening to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice when I wake up in the morning and before I go to bed at night. It’s a nice way to bookend the day, plus it gives me a chance to catch up on the backlog of audiobooks that I downloaded but never listened to while I was unemployed.
Since I’ve been listening to it my inner-voice has decided to mimic that of Elizabeth Bennet’s. I do a lot of exclaiming and proclaiming and endeavoring. For instance, this morning while sprinting through Supergenius HQ in a hurry to get out the door I said to myself, “I do believe I shall endeavor to wait to water the plants until the evening.”
Thus far today I have endeavored to blog, dine upon my turkey sandwich, etcetera, etcetera. I have yet to let an “I dare say” or a “shall” escape my lips, but I do believe it is only a matter of time. Speaking of which, I think of all time as a fortnight now.
I endeavor to listen to something new tonight in hopes of cleansing my brain and getting back to my regular annoyingself rather than my old-timey British annoyingself