Wednesdays.

I finished the fourth season of Doctor Who.

Rose has the duplicate Doctor.
Donna can't remember anything.
The Doctor has no one. (Even though obviously he'll find a new companion soon.)

I feel sad for him, which is weird 'cause it's just a t.v. show, right?
But the real Doctor and Rose should be together. It's just weird. And dumb. And annoying.
So I went on Pinterest and found solace in their pictures.

SEE. Rose is right.

They were supposed to be together. Forever.

She came back for him.

But then was forced to leave again.

I mean he burned up a SUN just to say goodbye the first time.

Well, at least  Rose and the duplicate Doctor are together. They'll die together.

I'm just . . . bleh. And it's a Wednesday. I need to clean. I need to cook. But I feel empty.
ALSO. Last night, while I was being sad about Doctor Who, a Roach came scurrying across the living room floor. I hate roaches. Of course, I don't know anyone who likes roaches. Thanks to the help of my cat, Midnight we were able to defeat the horrible creature. Yuck.