I came home today to find a package in my mailbox. A friend in Toronto--through the mysterious tech that pervades our world--had sent me the first six episodes of Season Three of Doctor Who. I nearly swooned.
So screw the hockey playoffs. I got my Who now!
If you don't hear from me for the next week or so, I'll be with the two people up above. In my housecoat. Smiling like a maniac.
2 comments:
KD, be careful. You are about to look into The Future. Augury demands a price, sometimes.
Lucky bastard!
Let me just say this:
Martha Jones, you will like.
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