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Doctor Who last night killed me in all the best ways. Last week, when I laid out what I wanted for this week's episode? It's as if they'd *listened* to me. It was shippy perfectness, nothing groundbreaking, some good lines, some great interaction. Shinyness.

( A few spoilers )

Mmm. I think I just ranted a bit. Or rambled. Something.

Buying a car magazine -- I was surrounded by huge, muscled guys by the car section of the magazines in 'Smiths. I had to go away and look at the art stuff until I could make myself stop laughing -- yesterday gave me a tentative car for That Thing kindoftrouble Is Making Me Write, the Porsche 997 GT3. Hamster loves Porsches, it's new, it fits the vague outline I have. (Not to mention I think I love Porsches more than anything else. ^_^) I did learn that I am not and will never be a car nut, given that I first read MPG as 'MPREG' and went "WTFCARMAGAZINE?!" Seriously, car stuff is horribly complicated. I'm reading the articles and most of it just goes right over my head. The things I do for fic. *eye roll*

I really should get dressed sometime today.

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*has died from laughing at Hamster and James trying to drive Jeremy's redesigned-cottage-car*