Still overcome by the awesomeness that was The Day of the Doctor.
Had forgotten how all-consuming, how positively breath-taking a Moffat-written Doctor Who episode could be. Am reeling and may need a few days of recovery. So much for grading 15 essays every day of my break. I doubt I can concentrate on something so mundane/pedestrian/real while I’m still in the throes of Who magic.
Tennant. Smith. Hurt. Wowza!
Can’t wait for Christmas. I’m telling you now: I’m gonna sob – great big heaving sobs – when we bid adieu to Matt Smith.
Kinda incoherent right now so will stop here. Have a week in review, why doncha?