I say, I say, I say...
Tuesday night I stayed up til 2 doing Psych AP homework but mostly watching the Torchwood. By the time I stumbled towards bed, I was feverish and had a terrible backache.
The next morning, I woke to fever, slept, then around noon woke to nausea.
Going to spare you the details, but suffice to say my highest temperature was 104 and didn't drop to below 100 until today, I had to go to an immediate care clinic on Friday to get a shot and a blood test (paging Doctor House~!), and I still can't walk around the house without getting fatigued.
But... I'm almost better!
Anyway, because of this I'm behind on my homework, behind on driving school, I had to cancel a babysitting appointment (sorry MacMorans!), and, worst of all, was forced to cancel my long-standing movie date with Berlyne for her birthday! We were going to see Inception at Del Amo on the 23rd, but I was still lying in bed wishing I was sedated at that point and Mutti forbade it.
So should I just rain-check it and say tomorrow, Thursday, whenever you're free? And do the same as we were planning? Ve? I think I will.
ANYWAY. YES. DOCTOR WHO FINALE.
Homygott, the awesome. RORY LIVES AND AMY LIVES AND RORY MARRIES AMY AND EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Best. Ending. Ever.
The plot, however, was... strangely familiar. Let's see... Paradox who no one but the Doctor's buddehs remembers? Daleks and Cybermen teaming up against the Doctor? A handily placed Vortex Manipulator? Being annoying inside museums? The Doctor crashing a wedding FOR THE WIN IN A TOP HAT? Well, maybe not the top hat.
Very funny, season 5. Very funny.
Now I'm thirsty. Maybe someone else can get me some water.