Still alive and whining.

Sandal weather + Orange's bad taste in shoes = band-aid weather, how stupid. I am just going to wear sneakers all the time like a six-year-old, eff this.

In other news, ASHES TO ASHES: SJASDJKSDV*&)&JKASOPBOAC $^piVA ETC. If I looked at a graph of this show it would be like an arrow going straight up at all times. How is that possible? I love Alex Drake, she is my homegirl for life. Gene can come too.

I cannot yet even process that Ten is Eleven, so I don't really have any thoughts on that. Except to say that I love DW, I love that it makes people happy, I love the Doctor, and in the end that's all that matters.

Thesis is nearly done.

All I want to do is write (but not my actual work, oh no, grr argh.) Or wander in the gorgeous sunshine. Why do distractions come when you have no time for them? I cannot address the idea of time travel right now, I have to think about old paintings and Aristotle for like three more weeks. KEEP IT TOGETHER, MYSELF. I will tape you to your reference books if necessary. OR JUST CLOBBER YOU WITH THEM TO GET THE JOB DONE.

Brb fighting my baser impulses.