Saturday 24 January 2009: Christopher Eccleston becomes my First Doctor (this is one of the geek milestones you might hear about).
Somehow the planets in our solar system sort of aligned and fate twisted and we managed to get our hands on a set of Doctor Who DVDs from a really huge library that lives about twenty minutes from our house. They have loads of videos and computer games and audiobooks and these really nifty devices called Playaways that they have 800+ of and won't let us put holds on any of. (Serious. Dead cold flat hard serious.) Playaways are kind of like books that you plug headphones into and listen to. Except smaller.
This is where I deleted about two feet of run-on sentences and massive paragraphs and utter lack of attention to any one subject most of the time. I didn't want to get arrested by the InterRelevance police.
We managed to tear through the above-mentioned DVD set in, um, five days. Actually I think it was four. We might have watched something else one night. At any rate, we're out for a day. Friday we're going to the Massive Library to (hopefully) pick up the next set or two or five. Thursday will be rough. But that probably pales in comparison to my First Regeneration Experience. Gosh, I think I depressed myself just there. Time to stop.
(Ooh, and if you're reading this you could go and poke my mum just a bit and ask her to keep updating her blog. Maybe bribe her with Nutella or something.)
Can you say "parentheses abuse"? Heehee.
Oh. And I always worry that I'm not making sense to anyone reading this. But then I realise...if you're reading this, you probably already know me. Actually, you probably live in my house. But at least this makes more sense than, um...can't think of anything. 'Bye.
