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Oh my god. This is why I hate medication.
My doctor swore that half a tablet of Fedac wouldn't make me sleepy. No, it's making me borderline spaced out - so spaced out I can't read and I feel trippy. God, I hate trippy. The Fedac isn't even doing what it's supposed to do.
I've plunged flailing into Doctor Who. I started with Matt Smith and I adore Matt (who wouldn't?), but then I saw the Christmas Special that was David Tennant's first appearance and I suspect he stole the entire show out from under my nose in about five seconds. Of being unconscious. (It's his nose. He has a lovely profile. And I haven't even seen enough of his personality to tell whether I'd like him.)
And that's when I check back and realise that the first (and only) episode of Doctor Who that I've seen was all the way back in Season 1 (episode 2), and wasn't David or Matt. Ah, nostalgia.
Oh, and the weeping angels. So I watched two episodes of them really late at night at a friend's place, and then I had to drive home. Alone. In the dark. And I've always had this thing about not thinking too hard about something in case it becomes real, and the angels episodes? Feed right into that. So to stop myself from visualising the damn things (thank you, over-active imagination), I replaced the images with the first thing I could think of - which so happened to be candy crush. It's unintentionally funny now. Everytime I think of an angel I now automatically think of red-striped candy exploding. It's facepalmingly hilarious.
ETA: I really should watch shows that everyone says I'll like, and which I have a tendency to resist simply because everyone I know loves the damn show. I inevitably end up getting hooked on them years later than everyone else.
My doctor swore that half a tablet of Fedac wouldn't make me sleepy. No, it's making me borderline spaced out - so spaced out I can't read and I feel trippy. God, I hate trippy. The Fedac isn't even doing what it's supposed to do.
I've plunged flailing into Doctor Who. I started with Matt Smith and I adore Matt (who wouldn't?), but then I saw the Christmas Special that was David Tennant's first appearance and I suspect he stole the entire show out from under my nose in about five seconds. Of being unconscious. (It's his nose. He has a lovely profile. And I haven't even seen enough of his personality to tell whether I'd like him.)
And that's when I check back and realise that the first (and only) episode of Doctor Who that I've seen was all the way back in Season 1 (episode 2), and wasn't David or Matt. Ah, nostalgia.
Oh, and the weeping angels. So I watched two episodes of them really late at night at a friend's place, and then I had to drive home. Alone. In the dark. And I've always had this thing about not thinking too hard about something in case it becomes real, and the angels episodes? Feed right into that. So to stop myself from visualising the damn things (thank you, over-active imagination), I replaced the images with the first thing I could think of - which so happened to be candy crush. It's unintentionally funny now. Everytime I think of an angel I now automatically think of red-striped candy exploding. It's facepalmingly hilarious.
ETA: I really should watch shows that everyone says I'll like, and which I have a tendency to resist simply because everyone I know loves the damn show. I inevitably end up getting hooked on them years later than everyone else.
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Date: 2013-03-19 02:20 pm (UTC)From:And there's no time like the right time for anything as long as it's in your own time. (ok not making sense now ... school hols and the children are driving me insane already heheheh)
*hugs hugs and hugs*
Take care of yourself dear. Chu~!