I was nearly yawning with boredom. Paperwork and school. Drudgery was more like it. I didn’t even have the heart to go out and work on fun things, like the audio drama I had started with a few friends…
“Erin!” the Doctor’s voice cut into my real-life-induced haze. “Erin, Erin, Erin!” He rushed into the study, cravat askew and his next-incarnation-but-two’s glasses perched precariously on his nose. I blinked at him twice, then took off my glasses, wiped them, and blinked at him again.
“Wazzup?” I groaned, closing my eyes against the incipient headache. The Doctor went off into a long, complicated rant that to me sounded like babbling. I just plonked my head right back down on my desk, wondering vaguely if I’d ever get back to my dreams of exciting plot which seemingly featured a new protagonist covertly bringing down a slaving ring and a film noir detective developing a bizarre crush on him, and another incoherent plot which seemed still more fascinating–at least while I was asleep. Ventress and high adventure? Or was it steampunk? I couldn’t remember. It was frustrating, like the time I dreamed the perfect poem only for it to collapse when I woke up and tried to write it down.
Suddenly, the Doctor stopped mid-rant, mid-sentence, mid-word… even mid-syllable. He eyed me with suspicion and mild irritation. “You’re not listening to me.”
“Sure I am,” I yawned.
“No, you aren’t,” he said firmly, then brightened up. “You need a holiday.”
Much as I would love for him to whisk me off in the TARDIS right then and there, I couldn’t. I said as much.
“It’s a time machine, Erin,” he pointed out.
“Summer,” I grumbled. “Just let me get through finals week first.”
“Oh, all right.” He gave me a mischievous grin. “Pinky promise?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Do Time Lords even refer to that finger as a ‘pinky’?” I groused. The Doctor cocked his head to one side.
“Of course they don’t!” he exclaimed.
“Summer,” I promised. “Until then… I just want to sleep and not bother with any more of this nonsense.”
Sorry, again, about the lack of coherent updates. I know it has been a while. I promise I will have PLENTY of material for the blog when I’m done with the semester. Not just short stories, but some comparisons and reviews for other classes as well.
Until then, stay alive, survive the finals, thanks for reading and God Bless!
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