Eight days later. . .
It is, yet again, around two thirty in the morning, I'm yet again writing a paper for class, and I yet again want to rewatch the end of the third season of Doctor Who, just like I wanted to (and didn't) last time. What the hell is wrong with me? What kind of mind goes "I'm in the middle of doing something important that will further my academic career. . . but I really want to watch Saxon rock out again!?"
By the way, the Globe didn't print my letter. Oh well.
By the way, the Globe didn't print my letter. Oh well.