Lynda's bedroom in Sydney

[lyndawithay]

Between the transformation of Daedalus and Giacomo, the appearance of Miss Gate's former self, Ood getting dumped, and the growing insanity of several people over conflicting versions of their backstories, I feel like I haven't slept in a month. Sometimes I feel like Martha and I are the only sane ones here.

And we still haven't yet caught Bruce the Tiger, or found out what, if anything, the Dream Police are up to.

I'm so tired. Of all of it.

*falls asleep*

*dreams*

Comments

[jblum.livejournal.com]

*looks at tutu and decides he'd rather be naked, thanks*

Nah, I don't blame him, he's been miserable, poor thing. And writing some of this stuff is like kicking a puppy. The freaky thing is, if anyone would understand, he would. He's just that far round the bend now.

*plucks a bucket of popcorn out of the air and settles down to watch Madame de P and Lynda*

Sorry neither Ood or I can join in, I'm at work now and I'd probably better back right off from the thread for a bit...

*strategically placing the popcorn bucket for maximum modesty*

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* suit yourself. so to speak.

*gives a flick of the wrist and turns the tutu into a pan of lasagna, sitting down to watch all the fun and eating very very messily*