April 30, holy crap!

I got nuthin'. I could tell you there was some great moments in Supernatural this week. I could tell you Doctor Who was awesome. I could tell you I have five writing assignments to get done on Monday. I could tell you that Thursday would have been Richard's 44th birthday. I could tell you Prince William and Catherine Middleton finally got married. I could tell you that I spent most of Thursday and Friday lying on the couch thinking it would be so much easier just to tot myself right now. I could tell you I baked a banoffee pie last week. I could tell you I had KFC tonight. I could tell you Jenny's stepdown is next weekend and I'm not performing. I could tell you that Elisabeth Sladen died. I could tell you that I need to give myself a manicure. I could tell you that it's finally nice enough that when you are forced to go outside for a cigarette you don't mind that you are forced to go outside for a cigarette. I could tell you that I'm working on a Sherlock story. I could tell you that I spend most days reading online porn. I could tell you that I have vertigo and the shakes today for no reason that I am aware of. I could tell you that my blood sugar is just fine. I could tell you that Cabin Pressure on BBCRadio1 is occasionally funny. I could tell you that I should still be living in England. I could tell you that my house is like an episode of Hoarders. I could tell you that we finally get a new H50 this Monday and I still haven't recovered from Danny's I heart you moment. I could tell you there's an election going on. I could tell you that I need to work on my ball ad. I could tell you all that and a lot more, but really....

I got nuthin'.