I'm feeling like crap. So I'm watching "The Doctor's Wife."
Why can't I just fly off with The Doctor, explore time and space, and forget about my real life for a while?
I have to go to work in about fifteen minutes. I am not happy about this. Well, that is a bit harsh because the kids are taking me out for ice cream. But I am really just in the mood to sit around and wallow in self-pity, my favorite activity.
Sigh. Ice cream and Doctor Who aren't even making me feel better. This must be serious.
Remember when I was counting down to Oxford. Let's do that again:
Days Until Oxford: 5
FIVE. WHAT HAPPENED HERE? I DEMAND AN ANSWER. FIVE DAYS. WHAT THE FUCK?
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