January 2nd, 2007

lom can't win

wake me up when it's 2008

Early this morning it was pissing down, I mean really pissing down, as in trying not to chuckle over the chap who was drenched by the massive bow wave the bus threw up over the footpath (because it's not nice and gives me adverse karma). But now it's all blue skies and sunshine and all the later comers are drifting in as fresh and dry as a daisy. It shouldn't be that way.

Ah well. At least I had four hours of peace and quiet to sip my tea and clean out my inbox, so I was, well, happy is going much too far, just not as pouty as I have been. Still grumbling over the coal in my Xmas stocking though. See if I try to be nice this year, bastards. Hmph.

They'll get theirs. Especially as after yesterday's indulgences (a double booking led to two sit down dinners) I'm back onto the old fruit and water diet. Not to mention grumpy, hormonal, overtired and staring down another birthday. I wouldn't want to be the one make me angry, but they never learn, alas.

So New Year's Eve was spent watching Dr Who on UKTV, sad, (deservedly, no doubt) friendless bitch that I am. And, zipping up my anorak tight here, I noticed that the TARDIS did not park on the paving stone as indicated in Torchwood, but rather 2m to the left of it. Stern letters to The Times will be written, mark my words. Also, Bad Wolf: lamest plot arc ever?
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