Still doing the Highland Fling

Good Things About Moving:

Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, becomes a "that what she/he said" joke.

"It won't fit!"

"Shove it in!"

"It's too small!"

Seriously. Much-needed LOLZ.

Because all other aspects were...difficult. And after our Epic Moving Disaster, we lost all the time we would have spent unpacking. So, we are living out of boxes. I can't find my headphones or my phone charger. *twitch*

Did I mention I have an English friend staying with me? She has been lovely, but I feel like the Worst Host In The World. I don't have food in the fridge. (She is NOT a Doctor Who fan, which has been HILARIOUS for her, because nearly all of my friends are these days.)

And all I want to do is curl up and talk about is WTF Doctor Who casting. I think part of my brain sort of shuts down when I try to think about it too much, because I'm not the only one who relates to Torchwood on an emotional level. I FEEL LIKE MOFFAT IS POKING US WITH STICKS, GUYS.

This week just started and I already want it to be over. *headdesk*