life in general
Torchwood : SQUEE. mr. Chibnall, you take notes of what did and didn't work and apply it! YAY! This ep's best description is 'made in a vat by fangirls'. Everyone was awesome. The jokes were awesome. The action, the references and so on, also awesome. And I actually *liked* James Marsters for the first time in ages. MADE OF WIN. And I've only watched it once so far.....
Have been excessively emo, knackered and weepy over the past few days. Have proved that the majority of it can be cured by getting actual *sleep*. Part of it was admittedly hormonal along the lines of me screaming 'HATE MY WOMB. HATE.' :checks watch for when my baby-clock day kicks in: (seriously. for those who don't know, there's a period of the month - normally one day, occasionally longer - where I go 'I want to be pregnant') That and the cold which has me going 'but *why* can't I have an IV drain on my sinuses? I'm sure there's somewhere inconspicuous I could attach it...'
Due to the cold I've had to face up to something a bit depressing. At some point in the near future I'm going to have to move out of London to the seaside. (and I mean *right* on the seaside). a houseboat might be able to stave it off a bit, though unsure on that front and might not cure the funk I get into of not being anywhere near open country/sea. Experimentation has proved that Regents park doesn't quite work for that factor. I'm going to bloody hate not being in a place that's not got half my mates, isn't central, jobs, west end, etc, but... fuck. In the end, it's just not damp or humid enough for my lungs and the past few weeks have proved that coughing fits and wheezing, no matter how much I'm used to them, are no fun whatsoever. It's that or find a rainforest, and I don't see those being that available.
Couldn't remember whether I had ticket for Peg 3 (next weekend) and couldn't be arsed to check since I wasn't too fussed due to the overall knackeredness. Got ticket in mail on wednesday. Now going 'er..... hmm. who can I crash with?' since the guest list is rather cool.
Barrowman panto review will come sometime soon.
Have been excessively emo, knackered and weepy over the past few days. Have proved that the majority of it can be cured by getting actual *sleep*. Part of it was admittedly hormonal along the lines of me screaming 'HATE MY WOMB. HATE.' :checks watch for when my baby-clock day kicks in: (seriously. for those who don't know, there's a period of the month - normally one day, occasionally longer - where I go 'I want to be pregnant') That and the cold which has me going 'but *why* can't I have an IV drain on my sinuses? I'm sure there's somewhere inconspicuous I could attach it...'
Due to the cold I've had to face up to something a bit depressing. At some point in the near future I'm going to have to move out of London to the seaside. (and I mean *right* on the seaside). a houseboat might be able to stave it off a bit, though unsure on that front and might not cure the funk I get into of not being anywhere near open country/sea. Experimentation has proved that Regents park doesn't quite work for that factor. I'm going to bloody hate not being in a place that's not got half my mates, isn't central, jobs, west end, etc, but... fuck. In the end, it's just not damp or humid enough for my lungs and the past few weeks have proved that coughing fits and wheezing, no matter how much I'm used to them, are no fun whatsoever. It's that or find a rainforest, and I don't see those being that available.
Couldn't remember whether I had ticket for Peg 3 (next weekend) and couldn't be arsed to check since I wasn't too fussed due to the overall knackeredness. Got ticket in mail on wednesday. Now going 'er..... hmm. who can I crash with?' since the guest list is rather cool.
Barrowman panto review will come sometime soon.