FANTASTIC!
I woke up this morning in the Hub, awkwardly positioned on the couch, covered in blue poweder and puppy slobber, with Max Theresa sitting on my chest/ Apparently, it's his couch.
I may have mixed a bit more spice than was wise into that last daiquiri. Do my pupils look blue to you?
I suspect most of the team today will be hungover. The Hub does sort of have that hungovery feel to it, don't you think? It's been a while since I was around hungover humans. I think the last time might have been with Ace. I told her that those shots were powerful, but did she listen? No. She wandered off as well!
I think I might still have a little spice in my system. I feel bouncy. What was I so upset about again? Oh, that's right. Apparently at some point in my future Jack will sleep with my TARDIS and then carry its baby. Oh. Maybe I didn't put enough spice in then...
On the other hand- bouncy! Bouncy bouncy bouncy! Isn't there a song? Something from a kid's show? I feel like singing again.
They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy,
Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!
But the most wonderful thing about tiggers is
I'm the only one!
Hey, look. It's a song about me! If you replace 'tiggers' with 'Time Lords' that is. Fantastic!
I'm going to hate myself for this later. But that's okay, I'm getting a mindwipe! Mindwipes cure everything!