"Come With Me."
I'm exceedingly tired today, one of the worst days I could be tired in all frankness. I long all week for Friday to come yet, when it does, I hate it. Not just that, but I went to bed around 0130 this morning after doing a rewatch of TPO/TBB, formulating theories along the way (has anyone noticed that the women in Moffat's Doctor Who are surprisingly less than the sum of their parts, River included?), and surprised at how many differences there were between RTD's version of Doctor Who and Moffat's, the latter of which seems to enjoy re-writing the rules regarding how many "proper" Doctor's you can have on one screen, timeline interventions, changing time.... Doctor Who under Moffat's direction is a much different beast than RTD's and, going from Series 1 earlier in the day to Series 5 was like being dumped in a tub of cold water. Shocking, to say the least (and I still don't see the appeal of Nine...and I have a ton of thoughts on "Boom Town", btw, which I may or may not get to later on today).
After all that pseudo-ranting, TPO/TBB was much better the second time around. I actually felt like I enjoyed all of the little bits more than I had previously and Rory's return was much more powerful last night (as well as his centurion waiting bit! OH RORY!). Still love the little River and Amy moments. Even if Amy is less of a character than River is, I love their on-screen time more than any other Amy moments.
However, the worst part of all of this? Upon waking up and after the third snooze on my alarm, I was in the midst of a very nice dream (aka my dream self was about to get laid) and right before I was taken away by some fictional character I haven't thought of in a while (and, no, I'm not telling...without prodding, that is) my alarm woke me up.
*extensive internal swearing*
WHY?! Even when I have dreams, they usually aren't fun at all and to finally have the possibility of a sex dream with a character I find immensely hot I get stopped just as they whisper into my ear and take my hand?! Completely and utterly frustrating! *headdesk* Why?
I also have no idea where I got the idea of this character to begin with, seeing as I haven't been in the fandom for a while now and I had been reading emails on my iPad between alarm snoozes to wake up (my usual morning routine, of course I barely remember the emails and need to reread them) so I'm starting to wonder if there was anything in those emails that got my mind into the gutter (again).
No, really, I'm pissed at my alarm right now. I think I even slammed it on that second or third buzz.
Oh, and rest assured, my mind will not be on work today. I'm going to be in my dreamland, tyvm. :D
Mind in gutter. Nice place to be on a Friday....and in a few hours, I'll be complaining about my poor bleeding heart. Sigh.
After all that pseudo-ranting, TPO/TBB was much better the second time around. I actually felt like I enjoyed all of the little bits more than I had previously and Rory's return was much more powerful last night (as well as his centurion waiting bit! OH RORY!). Still love the little River and Amy moments. Even if Amy is less of a character than River is, I love their on-screen time more than any other Amy moments.
However, the worst part of all of this? Upon waking up and after the third snooze on my alarm, I was in the midst of a very nice dream (aka my dream self was about to get laid) and right before I was taken away by some fictional character I haven't thought of in a while (and, no, I'm not telling...without prodding, that is) my alarm woke me up.
*extensive internal swearing*
WHY?! Even when I have dreams, they usually aren't fun at all and to finally have the possibility of a sex dream with a character I find immensely hot I get stopped just as they whisper into my ear and take my hand?! Completely and utterly frustrating! *headdesk* Why?
I also have no idea where I got the idea of this character to begin with, seeing as I haven't been in the fandom for a while now and I had been reading emails on my iPad between alarm snoozes to wake up (my usual morning routine, of course I barely remember the emails and need to reread them) so I'm starting to wonder if there was anything in those emails that got my mind into the gutter (again).
No, really, I'm pissed at my alarm right now. I think I even slammed it on that second or third buzz.
Oh, and rest assured, my mind will not be on work today. I'm going to be in my dreamland, tyvm. :D
Mind in gutter. Nice place to be on a Friday....and in a few hours, I'll be complaining about my poor bleeding heart. Sigh.