Being Without Sense is Unbearable

My dearest Elizabeth has been gone nearly a week, and yet the remaining members of my family have already begun to drive me up the wall. My wife’s woeful cries about her tattered nerves and rather empty and irritating assurances that Jane is right now renewing the interests of Mr. Bingley in London are nothing except bothersome. Mary amazes me for such a bright seemingly sensible girl, she is utterly ridiculous. Mary is the type of person that poses no social skill whatsoever, and her presence, which should be a comfort among the idiocy of the remainder of my family, is of no significance since she has no presence. Lydia and Kitty are incessantly obsessing over the officers in Meryton, as usual. In an attempt to keep my sanity, I have taken to mostly ignoring my family until the return of either Lizzie or Jane. I impatiently await Lizzie’s first phone call.