bah
Another late night drifting off to sleep. I keep giving up and watching bits of Layer Cake, letting the soothing voices of English drug dealers wash over me, then I'd turn it off and try to sleep. Only then I start thinking about things to do tomorrow, and what I could be doing if I had just left the computer on a little bit longer, the future, and random things. Hence, the slightly bleary look this morning.
Oh, the thunder didn't help either. It kept cracking and rolling, and every time I thought maybe that was the last one, another loud crack would sound out. Gah.
Supernatural in less than three days. Whooo.
A conversation at the dinner table last night while I was doodling The Master and Harold Saxon all over a bit of paper.
Me: "...John Simm, the British actor I've been watching stuff with lately." *waves paper*
Mom: "Sin?"
Me: "S-I-M-M. He's on Life on Mars, and Doctor Who."
Mom: "He's on Doctor Who?"
Me: "Yeah. He's THE MASTER."
Mom: "He doesn't play the Doctor?"
Me: "No, he's a villain. But he's great."
Dad: "Wait, you don't like the Doctor?"
Me: "No, I love the Doctor! I love David Tennant! But...Simm!"
Oh, the thunder didn't help either. It kept cracking and rolling, and every time I thought maybe that was the last one, another loud crack would sound out. Gah.
Supernatural in less than three days. Whooo.
A conversation at the dinner table last night while I was doodling The Master and Harold Saxon all over a bit of paper.
Me: "...John Simm, the British actor I've been watching stuff with lately." *waves paper*
Mom: "Sin?"
Me: "S-I-M-M. He's on Life on Mars, and Doctor Who."
Mom: "He's on Doctor Who?"
Me: "Yeah. He's THE MASTER."
Mom: "He doesn't play the Doctor?"
Me: "No, he's a villain. But he's great."
Dad: "Wait, you don't like the Doctor?"
Me: "No, I love the Doctor! I love David Tennant! But...Simm!"