life without a plot

An hour at work for M.'s lunch break since B. is sick, then discovered again that the Mariahilferstrasse on a Saturday afternoon with all its rampart consumerism is enough to drive me to depression & near tears. I rather need jeans, henna and a rucksack, but just couldn't face it & fled home.

Slept for two or three hours, woke up with a headache (somewhat better now).

Had pizza.

Read a bit. Wrote a bit.

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And because everyone needs a break from Russian vocabulary once in a while, I watched Utopia/Sound of Drums/Last of the Time Lords and Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (finally starting with S2 on DVD) back to back few of days ago, and...

( a couple of thoughts, because clearly it's been too long since I've rambled about TW )

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Okay. I'm still ridiculously fangirlish about JB much of the time. I like a lot of pop music (& refuse to be embarrassed about that, see music choice). However, the new JB single? Not my cup of tea. Too bland, too polished, too boring. [ETA: And now I'm feeling guilty for being too negative. Great. *facepalm* Time to get some sleep, I think.]

OMGomgohmygod!! *incoherent with squee*



Er, yes. That would be Torchwood. *g*


@ soavezefiretto - details when I've rewatched & have regained a certain measure of eloquence. Or at least articulateness.