Snagged from
yahtzee63 and
olga_theodora:
Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.
I'm, um, The Doctor, I guess. But not THAT Doctor. A different Doctor. I'm the eighth one, I go about in a green bathrobe, my companion is my mother (I'm cool like that), and my catchphrase at the moment is "Rubbish!".
In other news, I'm moving. Moving sucks. But it does provide a good opportunity to pare down extraneous stuff.