Just as I'd thought I was recovering from being sick, Super Sore Throat decided to return with a vengeance, bringing along his trusty sidekick, Hacking Cough Boy. Don't ask me why they're masculine. You know, I really hope they stick around tonight. I mean, seriously? Everyone will appreciate that. There's nothing greater than a girl coughing up a storm during the ghost tour that you bought tickets for several months in advance.
Time for a poll:
Poll Selecting a book Also, I spent yesterday afternoon (while I was feeling somewhat healthy) cleaning my room. I even ventured into my closet, which was a bit of a terrifying ordeal, but now things don't fall on me when I open the door, so that's quite an improvement. And I can see my floor again. Good enough for me.
THESE scans from DWM are hilarious. I especially love
these two pages and everything that follows because multi-Doctor interaction is the best. The Terminator!Eight page is hysterical, too.
Oh, and Catriona texted me from Stratford; she was eating lunch beside PETER MANSBRIDGE. OF THE NATIONAL. HE IS MY IDOL.