The joys of not being feline

[wwwiamasheep]

So after completely blanking the new series of Doctor Who and the pretteh, sparkleh that is the Eleventh Doctor for the grand total of what was ooooh, 4 weeks and six days, my resistiance sort of collapsed under the force of my incessant, insatiable and often irritating curiousity (not wholly unlike a sumo wrestler pinning it's opponent, by the by) , I finally got round to exploring Eleven.
...
Yes, I am aware of how that sounds, believe me. I also don't have that sort of luck, more's the pity.

Anywho (geddit? Who?), it is now six hours later, my ass that brand of numb that'll hurt like a bitch when I regain feeling, my neck is leading the rebellion against my shoulders, I need a drink and I want next Saturday to be here in the worst sort of way.

Damn you, Eleven, damn you.