As the world waits to discover the identity of the 12th Doctor in Doctor Who tomorrow, I feel a little like the 4th Doctor myself tonight - at one point in the show's history (Really dude, a Who blog? Yep, go with it, there's sort of a half-assed attempt at a point), the 4th Doctor fitted a Randomiser to the Tardis specifically to not know where he was going next. That's what this week feels like.
yes, I've done some walking this week, yes, I've done...alright fine, technically, one session on the bike this week, and yes I've been trying to do better with eating this week. But on the other hand, last night, I had a burger and chips for dinner, and this morning I had a McDonalds breakfast, which I probably shouldn't have had.
So it feels as though I'm throwing elements - good and bad - in randomly to the week, meaning I can have no genine idea what my next Nazi Scales destination will be - up or down.
In the show the Randomiser was added simply to add a bit of mystery to the destination in which the Doctor would find stories. In my life, the Randomiser feels like a symptom of incipient chaos which I should control.
Sigh...still some of the week left in which to control it, I guess. Let's see what happens if I press this big red button here...
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