I'm terrible at dealing with jetlag. I've been exceptionally lucky this year and managed not to contract any sort of flu-like symptoms while in Los Angeles, and yet I'm still busy splashing around in a lovingly built pit of self-pity because, omg, the bloody jetlag. I'm tired, dammit! I'm tired and I can't sleep cause…
Month: February 2014
To the Gallifrey-mobile!
This blog post does slightly resemble a rabbit in a waistcoat in that it is a smidgen late, and according to my dubious schedule of "surely you can find time to write one of these things a week, self?" I'm actually due to write another one, um, today. But never mind! Let us move on…
Lizbeth Myles 