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Someone (you know who you are) is officially very in trouble for giving me a way to watch Doctor Who. Because I totally haven't spent the last three hours or so watching it rather than doing other important and even semi-important things.

What's worse is that whatever character I try to write right now is coming out as a sort of cross between the Doctor and Jay Gatsby. Which just... doesn't... I'm far, far too easily influenced sometimes. (It's also odd how different The Great Gatsby was this time around. Maybe it's because I last read it four years ago. Wow...)

Er, at least I got laundry done today. And the film screening thing. (Dear Mister Hitchcock: Rope just doesn't do it for me, kthnx. Perhaps it's because, since I've gotten here, the whole Leopold and Loeb story has been beaten into the ground in nearly every class. Yes, that might be it. Nietzche, crazy students, UofC. I get it. Got it the first time. Also, it creeps me verily out, especially when acted out on screen.)