blegh and Dr Who Spoilers
Jul. 2nd, 2007 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperOh yay, being ill. How I love thee.
To clarify : spent yesterday feeling woozy and on the sofa with head/jaw ache in and out of doze, with added 'as soon as you start feeling good enough to get up and get some water, and the water is in your stomach? You know what we're going to do? Projectile vomiting.' Eventually this stopped. At seven pm.
Caught up with lj, and the many pics of JB at Pride (including the adorable clip of him kissing Scott in public for the first time in honor of their anniversary. AWWWWWWW.)
Woke up bright and perky (no, really. Really, really perky, the kind of 'hello trees, hello world' perky) at 8am, washed, dressed, breakfast and suddenly body goes '...no, we've decided that being upright is not a good thing.' Sat down and subjected self to BBC Breakfast for twenty minutes. By 9am, still hadn't gone, so phoned workmate to warn her I might not be in. Surfed t'net for a bit. 10am. Mild headache starts. Which is normally the sign of ick. Phoned work - boss not due in yet, so got reception and left message that was not well and might be in later if feeling better. Spent rest of morning listless and woozy. 2pm, start feeling better, and it's gorgeously sunny out there, so decide that I might as well take the recycling out and traipse towards Regents Park to laze. Get down to recycling bins which are all of 20 yards outside flats, and head goes 'fuck that, upright is not a good look on us.'
So now ensconced back on sofa in jammies. :mutter: And taking nurofen has somehow made head go even wonkier. Still, at least I can keep food and water down.
On the one hand? MARTHA. Oh, Martha. With the resistance and the telling the doctor she's not going to settle for second best and oh, everything. Also : go hook up with that cute paediatrician. You deserve it. Tinkerbell Doctor I do not approve of. Russell, stop writing that kind of thing. Jen has pointed out that I need to do Lucy's dress. The Master is, of course, made of awesome. As is the manly stubble of Tennant poking Simm in the eye.
On the Jack thing... um. On the one hand, it's kind of cool if he does turn into the Face of Boe, still caring for Earth and everything. On the other, am inclined to think it's a joke of his, that he already knew about the Face of Boe due to being a Time Agent, and that the nickname itself was a 51st century joke. Because wasn't the Face of Boe an entirely different SPECIES?
Further spoilers : Martha is going to be in 3 eps of Torchwood before rejoining Doctor Who mid-way through S4. Martha and Ianto, we've decided, need to hook up, because they would have the prettiest, most competent babies ever. Jack needs a threesome, and to go around humming 'Have you met Miss Jones' while the rest of Torchwood yell at him to shut up.
Also : Much, much better explanation of end of ep.
To clarify : spent yesterday feeling woozy and on the sofa with head/jaw ache in and out of doze, with added 'as soon as you start feeling good enough to get up and get some water, and the water is in your stomach? You know what we're going to do? Projectile vomiting.' Eventually this stopped. At seven pm.
Caught up with lj, and the many pics of JB at Pride (including the adorable clip of him kissing Scott in public for the first time in honor of their anniversary. AWWWWWWW.)
Woke up bright and perky (no, really. Really, really perky, the kind of 'hello trees, hello world' perky) at 8am, washed, dressed, breakfast and suddenly body goes '...no, we've decided that being upright is not a good thing.' Sat down and subjected self to BBC Breakfast for twenty minutes. By 9am, still hadn't gone, so phoned workmate to warn her I might not be in. Surfed t'net for a bit. 10am. Mild headache starts. Which is normally the sign of ick. Phoned work - boss not due in yet, so got reception and left message that was not well and might be in later if feeling better. Spent rest of morning listless and woozy. 2pm, start feeling better, and it's gorgeously sunny out there, so decide that I might as well take the recycling out and traipse towards Regents Park to laze. Get down to recycling bins which are all of 20 yards outside flats, and head goes 'fuck that, upright is not a good look on us.'
So now ensconced back on sofa in jammies. :mutter: And taking nurofen has somehow made head go even wonkier. Still, at least I can keep food and water down.
On the one hand? MARTHA. Oh, Martha. With the resistance and the telling the doctor she's not going to settle for second best and oh, everything. Also : go hook up with that cute paediatrician. You deserve it. Tinkerbell Doctor I do not approve of. Russell, stop writing that kind of thing. Jen has pointed out that I need to do Lucy's dress. The Master is, of course, made of awesome. As is the manly stubble of Tennant poking Simm in the eye.
On the Jack thing... um. On the one hand, it's kind of cool if he does turn into the Face of Boe, still caring for Earth and everything. On the other, am inclined to think it's a joke of his, that he already knew about the Face of Boe due to being a Time Agent, and that the nickname itself was a 51st century joke. Because wasn't the Face of Boe an entirely different SPECIES?
Further spoilers : Martha is going to be in 3 eps of Torchwood before rejoining Doctor Who mid-way through S4. Martha and Ianto, we've decided, need to hook up, because they would have the prettiest, most competent babies ever. Jack needs a threesome, and to go around humming 'Have you met Miss Jones' while the rest of Torchwood yell at him to shut up.
Also : Much, much better explanation of end of ep.
