River

I find that anxiety and stress are overwhelming me right now and I don't like it. So I'm looking into making Emma a service dog. No lie. Want to take her around with me like a little stress pill.

This weekend is the mid-season finale of Doctor Who. We find out who River Song is. I wonder if any of my suspicions are right.
I have a feeling the episode is going to kill me.
As long as it doesn't kill me as bad as losing Rose or Doctor 10.....

I hate that it's ending though. Even for a bit. I just fashioned my iPad to look like River Song's journal, and I even paint my nails TARDIS blue.
I'm slightly obsessed.

I actually have a show that I tape and theoretically watch, but actually pay no attention to. It's stupid, and yet I keep taping it and playing it. I suppose it's good for background noise and not much else. It really is pretty bad. (Sanctuary, for those that were wondering...)
Every now and again I look up and have no clue what's going on.
I could rewind it, but I don't care enough to...

So Torchwood is moving to Starz.
I can't not watch Torchwood.
So do I subscribe?
And True Blood is starting on HBO.
Don't have that either. Crap.
Don't want to pay for them.
I would buy them on iTunes if they were available.
Hmmm.
Can't go without Captain Jack.
No one should.

My rage totally came back.
Somehow it had been sucked out of me.
But it's back.
And I'm not unhappy that it's back.
I feel more like myself.
And I feel ready to bite.

Talked to my dad. He gave me shotgun advice. Matches Stephen's. They're so much alike ha ha.

Well, I must rest my rage. Lest I do something something someone else regrets....

I guess I'm a bit like River, in that I have no problem using a gun... ;)



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