This is bad. I think I'm getting a chest cold and I'm supposed to be doing things today. Maybe if I don't admit I'm sick, I won't be. I think I'm going with that.
WEIRD. I had an *extremely* vivid dream last night, and I swear this is exactly how it happened. I even watched (and can still picture) the scenes I was pointing out to the class of junior high kids I was apparently teaching
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I can't seem to stop yapping about BSG this morning. No worries. I'm sure tomorrow I'll be back to writing 50 paragraphs on why losing the Zero Room meant that the Doctor was destined to fall in in love with Rose Tyler a mere 150 years later. Hey, the Zero Room didn't smell like roses for nothing... ;)