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Just went down to the line to grab clean clothes from yesterday's laundry. Half my clothes are missing. Including expensive belly-flattening knickers, highly-necessary short-sleeved cardigan for work, and a pair of jeans. Which is lol, because the inner thighs are patched to a hilarious degree.

Can I afford to replace any of these clothes? No. Can I get by without them? No. Am I crying stupidly for clothes? Yes.

UNSTOLEN: My clothes

They turned up. In a plastic bag out the front of the flats. I'm so confused! Relieved but confused! I thought, they must have blown away, and some passing neighbour bundled them up and saved them for me! But then I realised they were all still wet, and the wind only picked up just before dawn. So I guess someone was interrupted in the act of stealing my clothes?

Anyway, I'm just glad they're all back, because I wasn't looking forward to having to call Dad and ask for a couple of hundred dollars to replace my basics. Not to mention the three bras that were missing.

AND NOW, please tell me without spoilers if "Waters of Mars" is any good at all, because I am scared to watch for fear it will kill my love of DW, and then I'll have to watch more Pertwee to revive it. Not that I wouldn't watch more Pertwee anyway, but ... you know.

New Who: Waters of Mars

Based on general LJ buzz, and my own bad mood, I wasn't going to watch this. But then suburbannoir was going to watch it, and I was like, "PEEPS CAN'T BE WATCHING STUFF WITHOUT ME!" So, for the first time ever, the House o' Squid watched some New Who as a family.

( SHIT JUST GOT REAL, Y'ALL. )

Speaking of massive hubris that offends the gods: JMS has a commentary on "The Deconstruction of Falling Stars". I dread to imagine what it contains, but unless I am reassured that it consists of a forty-odd minute apology, I doubt I'll be watching it.