Okay, rather than just sit here and freak out and wait for the EVIL BASTARD of a huntsman to crawl out of the closet Holy crap, there's a gay spider in my bedroom! so I can give it a horrible, painful death, I have decided to distract myself with things that are much less distressing.
In other fannish news, the Torchwood finale is about half a day away, and Doctor Who starts a day after that. I am rather looking forward to both, but not nearly as much as I was last year, which is mildly depressing.
I do expect I shall quite enjoy them, though. So long as it doesn't get too wanky in the aftermath.
THERE'S A HUNTSMAN SPIDER IN MY ROOM AND IT'S CRAWLING AROUND AND IT'S RIGHT NEAR THE DOOR SO I CAN'T LEAVE TO GET THE BUG SPRAY AND IT'S JUST CRAWLED INTO THE WARDROBE WHERE ALL MY CLOTHES ARE AND SOMEONE PLEASE KILL IT BECAUSE IT MIGHT GET IN MY CLOTHES AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT IS.