For the past two weeks I've been almost constantly at my friend Emily's house. Partly because she has instant Netflix, so we sit and watch horrible horror movies or Doctor Who for hours. And partly because she has a new puppy.
The dog, Sophie, may or may not be the next regeneration of the Doctor. Which means if she meets my dog, it might be a little messy.
I like Emily's house. She lives in the middle of town, whereas I live in the middle of nowhere, and it's hard to make fun of movies like The Beast Within (which you should check out, by the way) when you're the only one suffering through it.
And, for a while, we partied like rock stars.
And by rock stars I mean nerds. Whatever.