I have been so disconnected from anything on TV or in fandom lately. I just can't care about any shows - even getting my Moonlight
DVDs didn't excite me.
Then I saw the Torchwood
How I've missed you. I'm just going to close my eyes and think of Owen. And compose a long letter to BBC America demanding a fucking definite air date for S3.
I am a little disjointed tonight. I have been laid low by a cold for three weeks - THREE FREAKING WEEKS I AM SO DAMNED SICK OF IT - and tonight I was irritated enough that I started drinking wine on top of it. This may not have been a good idea.
I may have been inspired by nothingtosay
's birthday to write something. Maybe. Just maybe. We'll see. Bobbity bobbuty boo!