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The worst thing about this weekend is that it stomped on my Who squee. Which should have been MIGHTY. Because, no spoilers, but damn did I love that episode. A lot. Flailing all over the internets a lot. I should have at least four annoying posts up by now: a random squee insta-reaction, some tl;dr meta, one on how I am utterly *failing* in my quest not to 'ship Doctor/Donna, and one more to coo at Tennant. Instead it was a bright spot, quickly squashed by all the anxiety. I managed to get a bit of my squee on at brunch yesterday, and that was good at least.
*kicks moving*
Just pretend I said a lot of stuff about the episode, assume there was much flailing of joy.
*kicks moving*
Just pretend I said a lot of stuff about the episode, assume there was much flailing of joy.