diddlededum diddlededum diddlededum oooeEEooo...

Why yes, the new series of Doctor Who starts today, and for the first time ever, I'm going to see it live on the telly.
This may seem like 20-20 hindsight, but there is something I've been thinking about all last year. I had the feeling since last spring that it would be my last year at home, that my next birthday I would celebrate in the UK. Not that I was actively working towards it, mind you - if you know me at all, you will know that I am not someone to work actively towards things - but it was a gut feeling, a thought that came cropping up over and over again. And well, here I am, a year later. Be astonished at my incredible powers of prediction. ;)

Today, I will watch the new episode of Doctor Who (I just hope it's not going to be as anti-fat people as I think it might be) with my good friend Red, he who initially introduced me to the fantasticness that is Doctor Who in the first place.
But before that, I will insist on getting the computer moved into it's soon-to-be rightful place in the living room.

For the world is hollow and I have touched the sky

There is a classic Star Trek double bill on SciFi channel.
One word.

WHEE!!!

Dio, che nell alma infondere

And then, of course, came the backlash. Maybe it was because I finally got all my stuff out of the suitcase (and realized that everything I own fits on a bed), maybe because I saw a green VW of the same make my mum has drive by, maybe it's because I called my dad earlier - it's his birthday today - or maybe even hormones, I don't know really, but without being overly sad or uncomfortable, I've had tears running down my face for the past half hour or so. Not really crying, you see, not the emotion behind it, just the tears. Weird.

I think it's time to listen to some Verdi, and get moving.