My first Saturday home in quite a while. For the first time since I can remember, I actually slept until nearly 11. Usually, work days, I'm up no later than quarter past five, and on my days off I'm nearly always up by 8 or 8:30. Guess I must have been more tired than I realized.

I'm trying to type with little Flamey in my lap. She's missed me not being here.I'm balancing the keyboard on the arm of the chair, whilst she looks up at me with adoring eyes. Hasn't left my side since I came home last night, except to eat and drink and stuff. She gave my face a good washing this morning, as well. Now I won't need to shower, he-he.

Outside of the cats and e-mails of my friends, my only real entertainment is Doctor Who. One of these days I'll get really ambitious--when I have an entire day maybe, this winter, off, when there's a blizzard or something, and watch every episode of Series I and Series II.

I envy my British fans, because I'll have to wait nearly a year to see Series III, here. I just hope RTD hasn't mucked about with it too much. I hate soap operas with a passion--'bout as much as I hate harlequin novels, Fox News and most reality shows (Lost, Big Brother, Survivor, etc--although I admit, I adore our version of Queer Eye..Carson's a doll, and kind of got hooked on Top Chef for a while).

The fan site forum has given me something to do, as well as the fan fiction site. I desperately need something to do (besides housework) when I'm home--otherwise I sit and just stare into space all day, obsessing with my problems...not good. So Doctor Who has been a real help to me, to get me through the long hours alone--that, and thinking of my friends, of course.