So, I've watched Doctor Who lose Rose to a parallel universe (boy, did I cry over THAT one...and as is usual with sad goodbyes, the Doctor took so long to say "Rose Tyler, I love you," that the transmission cut out at the "I" bit and so he never actually SAID it. Oy.)
And there he was, with tears in his eyes, all alone on the TARDIS again.
WHAAAAAAAAAAA!
On a happier note, I am getting the H out of Dodge. That is, if my chariot ever shows up. I'm packed, I'm done with all the projects I think need finishing before hols (oh, my Britishisms are coming out to play. Fine, then. That's just grand. Think I'll potter off and have a cup of tea...)
I am all set to be ignored tomorrow. Let them treat me like a piece of wall paneling! Let them play their silly games! Let them walk past me as if I were an ant observing the festivities! Screw them all! I get food regardless of their idiocy and lack of knowledge about the existential parallel multidimensional universe that I seem to exist in alone! Yes!
It's snowing. I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it anymore or whether it's already gotten old. It hasn't even stuck to the ground yet and I'm fed up with it. I really need a vacation.
So here I sit, run out of things to do. I could do math homework (cue uproarious laughter)
Or I could watch Matt Bellamy do that thing to the balloon again...think I'll do that.
Cheers. When I write you next, oh few readers, I will be in a place called Thanksgiving Holiday '07-Cue the Terrible, Horrible Relatives!
Bec
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