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a poor persecuted innocent
Jan. 30th, 2013 12:54 amExtremely tired. Not sure why.
Quilt for coworker progresses. (It's an expanded version of this one, about twice the size. This may take a while.) And so does everything else. Slowly.
Everyone at work delighted to hear I'm going to Amsterdam. Wait, that may not have come out in quite the right way. You know what I mean. Plus the inevitable jokes about me having to phone in from jail the next week to explain that I won't be coming in to work due to too many hash brownies, followed by people looking up the ICD-10 code for "intoxication due to cannabinoids"...
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Master: Good afternoon, Doctor. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.
Doctor: No, no, indeed not. You've come here to kill me, of course.
Master: But not without considerable regret.
Doctor: How very comforting.
Master: You see, Doctor, you're my intellectual equal. Almost. I have so few worthy opponents. When they've gone, I always miss them.
- Doctor Who: Terror of the Autons
Quilt for coworker progresses. (It's an expanded version of this one, about twice the size. This may take a while.) And so does everything else. Slowly.
Everyone at work delighted to hear I'm going to Amsterdam. Wait, that may not have come out in quite the right way. You know what I mean. Plus the inevitable jokes about me having to phone in from jail the next week to explain that I won't be coming in to work due to too many hash brownies, followed by people looking up the ICD-10 code for "intoxication due to cannabinoids"...
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Master: Good afternoon, Doctor. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important.
Doctor: No, no, indeed not. You've come here to kill me, of course.
Master: But not without considerable regret.
Doctor: How very comforting.
Master: You see, Doctor, you're my intellectual equal. Almost. I have so few worthy opponents. When they've gone, I always miss them.
- Doctor Who: Terror of the Autons
