"Why?" he asked.
"I gotta take a shit, man," I said. I know people void their bowls when getting executed and I thought something like that might happen in the chair. I didn't want to have an accident in front of the vampires.
So he gave me directions to the restroom and I started off through the halls. I passed one of the zombie vampires and it occurred to me that there's no reason the other vampires in the offices knew I had permission to use the restroom.
But honestly, I'm looking forward to school. Sort of. Well, I love microcosms. That's why I love shopping malls. Now I have an excuse to hang out in just such a microcosm two days a week.
Last night I watched the 2010 Doctor Who Christmas special, "A Christmas Carol". It skated on the edge of too twee for me, but it made the crossover into being genuinely effective. I loved the fish swimming in fog, the beautiful woman charming the shark with her song.
I kind of wish there were some explanation as to why it no longer causes an explosion or some other kind of catastrophe when someone comes into physical contact with themselves from another point on their timeline. That was a rule used as a major plot point as recently as Eccleston's era, established, I think, in the fifth Doctor's Mawdryn Undead.
But Steven Moffat has a knack for writing stories where people meet themselves. I also enjoyed the two three minute miniature episodes, "Space" and "Time", which the BBC currently has on YouTube;
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