Gift #6: General Conference

Okay, today I did a video instead. Creating a video is a lot like singing Beyonce's "Halo"- it sounds effortless...until you actually try it out yourself. At least my lipstick looked great!

So, I know that artists shouldn't use disclaimers, but I'm not an artist. I'm a writer. So I claim whatever I want..if I have the evidence to back it up. Unless I'm Donald Trump.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry for saying "umm" so many times and for looking away from the camera so many times. Also, I was exhausted, not indifferent when I filmed this. #unscripted

Enjoy!

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