One last time...
This is my last Regeneration, my last Doctor. I need to be going to bed more than I can possibly say, but it's the same reason I need sleep that demands I watch "Time and the Rani Part 1" tonight: I have my first day of work tomorrow. It's a job I have no expectations of ever liking, a job that I've only taken because it's the only thing I can find to fill the gap between now and grad school, a job that may, in fact, prevent me from going to grad school when I intend to.
I've leaned on The Doctor through a lot of tough times, and he can be nothing but help, now. So, while I need badly to be sleeping so that I can face tomorrow morning at oh-dark-thirty, I need even more to watch this.
I owe Six a eulogy of some sort, and I feel like I should have done it already, but he's still not gone for me, yet, and, because of the way this worked, he won't be until after I've gotten to know Seven a little bit. I don't have time to do it tonight, but I will tomorrow, if it's the only thing I manage to get done after work.
I've leaned on The Doctor through a lot of tough times, and he can be nothing but help, now. So, while I need badly to be sleeping so that I can face tomorrow morning at oh-dark-thirty, I need even more to watch this.
I owe Six a eulogy of some sort, and I feel like I should have done it already, but he's still not gone for me, yet, and, because of the way this worked, he won't be until after I've gotten to know Seven a little bit. I don't have time to do it tonight, but I will tomorrow, if it's the only thing I manage to get done after work.