Ok, so last night I had the luxury of watching Dr. Who until two thirty in the morning. You want to know how my night ended? With me crying and petting my computer screen. Why you ask, would a seventeen year old who is somewhat mature and enjoys fine drinks be crying at two thirty in the morning if she had the awesome ability to watch Dr. Who? It was because fucking David Tennant had to go and regenerate into Matt Smith. I cried my eyes out. Silently. Because I am a great roommate and I didn’t want to wake my nifty gal Cristina. He is seriously the best Doctor I have seen. And he yanked my heart guts. Onto the floor.