a note to myself
dude, you're allergic to the sun. Literally allergic. So, chief among things you probably ought not do while waiting for the magical elves to bring you new Doctor Who (omg!squee!)? Spend three hours in the sun! Hello, hives! Hello, rash!
On the upside, the front yard looks better than it has done for ages. And, you know, there's that contentment-in-a-job-well-done crap and stuff. Which is nice, even if it does itch. Dudes, I Landscaped. And there's the bonus of Being Outside, away from fandom asploding. Oh, SGA fandom ...
Three minutes until new Who. W00T!
On the upside, the front yard looks better than it has done for ages. And, you know, there's that contentment-in-a-job-well-done crap and stuff. Which is nice, even if it does itch. Dudes, I Landscaped. And there's the bonus of Being Outside, away from fandom asploding. Oh, SGA fandom ...
Three minutes until new Who. W00T!