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Okay, I take it back, delivery guys who read the newspaper are way less annoying than delivery guys who park their cart behind my desk for twenty minutes while they sort through their parcels. I finally had to tell him that he needed to sort his parcels before he started his rounds (seriously, we're the 19th floor, I don't understand how he even got as far as all this).

Anyway. FIC POST.

The Whofic of Doom and Catharsis has been completed. The rest of the fic is in beta, but chapter one is ready to go so I thought I'd post it. The other six chapters should be posted with reasonable speed over the course of this week and possibly next. PG-13; spoilers through Journey's End for Doctor Who, but I don't think the dash of Torchwood in it harbours any significant spoilers. I suppose you could consider this an AU.

Summary: An all-too-human Doctor begins to build a life with Rose Tyler, but old ghosts -- both real and imagined -- still haunt him. And there's only so much human life you can live without a name...

( In Another Life: Chapter One )

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I GOTS ME SOME KEYS.

Five keys -- one for the front gate and front door and inner door, one for my kitchen door, one for my fire escape door, one for the door from my bedroom to the entry hall, and one for the mailbox. And I met the building super who is fiercely Irish, which makes a nice change because at least his accent is one I comprehend.

But best of all, my phone? Gets FIVE SOLID BARS in every room in the flat.

I came home all enthusiastic and excited and did an extended impression of my Irish Super for R, but I ended up sort of fading off when I realised he was being sulky. Blueswoman hasn't paid him for the last gig he did for her, and he's all hung over from last night, and he's just generally miserable to be around. He didn't even LIKE this job, but at least it was a job, I guess.

I'm not sure yet whether I will ignore him and let him sulk or try to cheer him with Fornello's and maybe give him the monologue Irish Super gave me about how the building has never had bugs but the guy I'm replacing was a pig and so if I could just spray behind the fridge every few days for the next week or so that'll nip the bugs in the bud.

Now that the worst is over, I'm starting to get excited about my new place. It won't be as nice as this one, but it's got really nice hardwood floors and a decent amount of counter and cupboard space, and it'll be mine.

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Ahh, see, now I know why R was sulking. He went to the Cubs game tonight...with his mother.

Who is all the crazy of a rabid housekeeper added onto all the crazy of my own mother, without any of her supportive and nurturing mothering instincts. So yeah, I'm sure he's having fun.

MEANWHILE I HAVE ON MY KEYRING:

3 front door keys (M's place, R's place, my place)
4 apartment-door keys (M's place, R's place, my place kitchen entrance, my place bedroom entrance)
2 mail keys (R's place, my place)
1 fire-escape key (mine)
One metal tag engraved ESG (free sample, so I got Ellis's initials on it)
Two discount keyring cards to grocery stores
One expired Museum of Fine Arts Houston membership keyring card
And Dog's rabies licence from 2005.

Maybe it's time I got a second keyring.

(Actually I have a second keyring, it has a Canadian Moose on it, but it's packed...somewhere. ARGH BOXES.)