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Dear Gods of Fandom,

Please beat Russell T. Davies in the face, repeatedly with a blunt and heavy object, until he has suffered as much as I have during this last week.

This is the first time I've ever said it about a show, so I most certainly mean it:

I won't watch next season.

No love,
Kristina

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Okay, this is weird. As you may know, I live next to a bridge. I see it from my kitchen and living room windows.

This bridge is popular with suicide jumpers, although none have died while I've lived here, or even jumped while I have been at home and wake.

Now ther are three cop cars with blinking lights parked at the bridge. Are they talking down a potential jumper? My binoculars don't tell me anything.

Of course, I could be paranoid. There could be a different other reasons why the cops are there.

But still, it freaks me out that I live at a place of death. Or rather, it *doesn't* freak me out, and that's what bothers me. I should be more disturbed. Ten years ago, I would be. Now it's like I don't care.

Right, time for bed now. Work tomorrow.

ETA: they left, so whatever it was, it was resolved.