And then on the bus on the way back, I was sitting, surrounded by thousands of heavy bags (thanks Jennie!) when at a stop half way home, about fifteen old ladies got on. There wasn't room, so I had to stand up. With the thousands of heavy bags and a pretty bad backache. *sigh* Ah well, done now. And while I was in town I heard Michael Jackson played twice. Cool.
I have a problem. I've never read Doctor Who fanfic. Well, I read one at the start of the new series, but it was Doctor/Rose, so I ran screaming. But apart from that I never have. So why am I suddenly finding myself coming up with random ideas for stories? Slash stories. I blame Captain Jack. But I'll forgive him since he's so damn cute (so not the type of character I usually obsess over though - nowhere near geeky enough). I may even write something, but it will depend entirely on how I feel after seeing the last episode.