Don't leave home without clean underwear

It may have been a dream, but it holds a valuable lesson.

Rose Tyler and the second incarnation of her doctor are a lot more fun in person. They like to take you on trips throughout the universe, traveling through time and space. Sure, you might end up in a clear plastic suit with everyone able to see your boxer shorts, but that's okay. It's all in the spirit of adventure.

I love Doctor Who, and getting the chance in this weird way to be a part of it was magical. But what was the best part? It was as if my mind knew it should fit the dream into episode format, because right at the end I got one of the most wonderful treats: I found a soda fountain with melon soda. As the Doctor and Rose shared my happiness, the theme music started up, and I awoke the happiest I have been in a while.

Sweet merciful crap

I have been recently going back to some of my blogs to try to get myself posting again, or else figuring out if I should just shut down the blog entirely. It's odd that the last entry I posted was about me not posting for a long time, and here I am again more or less doing the same thing. who would have thought I was so banal.
Since no one is probably going to read this, I would just like to say that I have a Nintendo Wii that I got for my birthday, shipped to me and that arrived last week Tuesday, and I have not played it yet, partially because I want a nice time window for it, but also because I want to keep it a bit of a secret from my video-game-obssessed friends. The XBox just left when Jim moved out, and I am so happy that people can't come over and play Halo or Halo 2 anymore. I certainly don't want people showing up expecting to get to play (or for the express purpose of playing) my Wii, although knowing I can have veto power is kind of a nice power trip.
Eventually I am going to have to face reality and actually look for a better job and figure out if there is any way I can go to grad school next fall, or if I even want to do so. If only I could play the lottery and win a decent prize so I could pay off my student loans, not have to worry about paying for my graduate work, be able to live semi-comfortably while doing my graduate work, and maybe have some money left over for a decent honeymoon for when I get married. But how would that teach me to work for what I want?
Time for some Bible reading and maybe some episodes from Season 2 of The Office. Because there really isn't a better combination. If I get some Harry Potter in there it might just be a quaint little threesome. (That's what she said.)