You guys. You guys. Ah. Eleven's going to die soon. His song is ending. This Time Lord is leaving the building because it's due time for a regeneration and do you know how much my stomach hurts just from thinking about it. I mean...it'll be the first regeneration I'l experience live with everyone else since I began the series. You see, all the regenerations I've witnessed on Netflix are followed by episodes that continue on where the season leaves off, so I don't have to wait for the next season to begin with the new Doctor. I'd just pick right up. But this means if I watch with everyone else--Eleven's regeneration--then I'll be so bitter and full of sorrow and angst because I'm going to miss Matt Smith so much and I'll have all these negative thoughts of the new doctor and think of him as ugly and not fun or not wonderful until I actually see him in action do you understand how heartbroken I'm going to be after season 7 ends. So heartbroken.
50th Anniversary episode's going to be absolutely brilliant, but I'm going to have stomach pains throughout the entire thing because I'll know it'll be ending and I'll have to wait basically three years until the next season I mean, really, it's happened with Sherlock and it's going to happen with this flawless show.
But whoever Twelve's going to be will probably be excellent because Russell T. Davis and Steven Moffat did an impeccable job with David Tennant and Matt Smith, so I should be calm. I know I should be calm, but I can't possibly be calm.
But 50th Anniversary. Eleven, Clara, Rose, Ten, Jenny, Captain Jack. Good. But Donna's not coming back and I want to hurt somebody. Maybe Wilfred will join in, maybe. That would make my stomach bubble with love and joy and I can just remember him crying and reaching out toward the Doctor with his little old man heart of love and compassion ah.
Here's to Doctor Who.
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