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Visiting the iMac for the weekend. Okay, I'm supposed to be babysitting the eldest half-sibling, but I come for the computer really. I have nothing to say, but... I do have a computer to say it on!
The ending of Life on Mars sucked. Even more than I thought it would. And now it's over I've realised just how much I fancy Philip Glenister. Disturbing. Although, still not as disturbing as the day I realised I fancied Warren Clarke.
I worry about me sometimes. At least James Marsters is pretty.