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May 14, 2006 11:37

Why I am even trying to read my flist? At least 80 percent of it is about the latest Doctor Who episode, which I haven't yet watched because it wasn't, er, ready before I went to bed.

Also, I have come to the conclusion that I do not fancy David Tennant and never will. There's just no spark. Sigh.

H is being amusingly cranky about Mother's Day with his family. Yesterday he smoked some turkey legs to take to the festivities, so I don't have to make anything. I like to cook, but potluck? It makes me cross. I'd rather go out, although not necessarily with the two nieces.

I don't think I can get away with bringing a book, so wine will have to do. Lovely, lovely wine.

doctor who, real life

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