Jelly Babies, Bananas and Edible Ball Bearings

Today has been one of those no good, very bad, horrible days (much sad news from family & friends). A day when what could go wrong, did go wrong. And to top that off, something from dinner has made me feel all blurky. But the weekend is promising to be a lot of fun so today must just be the year providing me with the last bad day of 2006. Roll on 2007!

Whenever I feel not so perky, I really feel like watching Doctor Who, well, more than usual. I’m going to head off and make a nice cup of tea, fluff my pillows and settle back to watch the good Doctor for a while. Fantastic!

Capt. Jack Harkness: [incredulously] Who has a sonic screwdriver?
The Doctor: I do!
Capt. Jack Harkness: Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, ‘Ooo, this could be a little more sonic?’
The Doctor: What, you’ve never been bored? Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?


I wrote that post last night, but ended up not publishing it. Maybe I should have, because it’s not even 9am and today isn’t going well either. My budgie Scully, who I’ve had for about twelve years, died during the night and then when I turned on my computer, it’s showing signs that it’s on the way out, too. If bad luck comes in threes, I should have only good luck left for the rest of 2006. I hope!

3 thoughts on “Jelly Babies, Bananas and Edible Ball Bearings

  1. He was. :blush: Scully originally had a mate who I named Mulder. When I got them they were both very young and their ceres hadn’t reached adult colours, so I mistook both for the wrong sex. Hence the girl being called ‘Mulder’ and the boy ‘Scully’!

  2. Sorry to hear about Scully. Also sorry to hear about compy and tummy.

    However, always good to hear about Doctor Who. And, well, be of good cheer. You’ll get to see “The Runaway Bride” months before I finally get a bootleg copy. Darn America.

    P.S. Torchwood is really good, but it wouldn’t be nearly as good without Captain Jack.

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