Never mind. I'll just sleep all the way to Birmingham. At least Dad's driving me; after the last few days I'm completely sick of trains. I never actually realised how nervous trains make me. I'm always worried I'm going to miss my connection, or my train will break down or be cancelled and be stuck in the middle of nowhere. Everyone mocked me because I wanted to get to the station early on Saturday, and then the ticket machine wouldn't accept my booking code and I nearly had a panic attack (which was completely unnecessary because the nice man at the icket office got my tickets within about a minute). Plus, in order to get there in time for my interview I would have had to leave about 7.30, which counts as a commuter train, which would have cost about £80, which I definitely cannot afford.
I'm in such an odd mood tonight, and I'm totally going to blame the fact that I'm feeling ill. All I want to do is put the Spaced commentary on and crawl under the covers and fall asleep to Wright/Pegg/Stevenson nonsense, which is kinda weird because that's what I usually do when I'm hungover. I'm totally craving Spaced, though. (Having said I'm in an odd mood, it is perfectly normal for me to crave Spaced and usually happens about once every couple of months or so.)
Oh, I'm so confused, I was going to write a really hyper post and then my brain was like NO, NO MORE ENERGY FOR YOU. I don't know what I was going to be hyper about. Oh, blergh, I don't even know what I'm on about anymore.
[Side note: my sister has a whole pack of Doctor Who collector's card thingies, and I stole her one and only Editor a while back and hid it inside my Spaced case. I'm pleased to note that it's still there.]