I have been the biggest cry baby ever over the past couple of days. I think it has something to do with the extreme fatigue I’ve been feeling. For example, Saturday night I bawled because I was so stinking tired. And then last night I was astronomically emotional because we had just finished watching “The Notebook,” and I felt movingly in love with Conor. It doesn’t end there folks. Conor and I read a short ensign article together (“Learning Not To Count” by Steffani R. Packer, page 52) and I was really touched by the story; Weepingly touched, emotionally touched. I’m pathetic.
