well read robin

The theory that runs my life is that someday I will be recognized as so intensely extraordinary that a half-giant on a flying motorcycle/man in a blue box will inform me that there has been a terrible mistake and he needs to bring me to Hogwarts/All of time and space right away. I’m not getting any closer on the Hogwarts front, real owls tend to bite those that try to bribe them into carrying messages to Dumbledore , but thankfully my vivid fantasy life involving Doctor Who only becomes crazier and and more real with each passing day. Here we have, ladies and gentlemen, the mounting body of evidence that proves I’m totally sane.