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How fantastic would it be if my brain could stop thinking up extremely unlikely scenarios for my death while I'm trying to have a good night's rest? Honestly.

The other day, I died after I almost drowned then was put in stasis by a space nurse that looked like a mermaid, after which Amy had to resuscitate me?? And then this weekend I had a dream about wasting away in one of the TARDIS corridors, all alone.

It's just ridiculous, really. I suppose it's better than how I actually died? Parts of that are still pretty fuzzy beyond 'reached by light that erases the very existence of everything it touches' and then the whole plastic thing and what came after. Which I'm not going to think about. Ever.

But: see someone about the ridiculous dreams anyway. Maybe the Doctor, if I can find him. He just goes off, doesn't say anything, doesn't take a phone! Amy'll be worried about him.




I think I'm meant to make dinner, but I can't think of anything. I've exhausted my fairly small repertoire and I don't really want to go for repeats. Any suggestions? Just for two, tonight.

Comments

[riseup]

why don't you just order a pizza? you could do something nice, like put the olives in the shape of a heart. or whatever!

[turnedleft]

Romantic dinner plans, is it?

[stillwaiting]

Babe, I love you - but I'm not going to get my hopes up.

Come on, can't we just get some chinese takeaway and park it in front of the tele? I would fight a dalek for some kungpao chicken right now.