Last Christmas, as I Jumped out of bed, I started to Say a Little Prayer. Because I'm all Alone, I had to pray On my Own. To my surprise, I was Defying Gravity. The only thing I could think was Don't Stop Believin, or else I might fall. Looking up at the ceiling fan, I just Keep Holding On and shot it my brightest Smile. The fan, being evil, decided not to listen and had to Push It. It being me, of course. Maybe This Time, I thought, I wouldn't fall. I was sadly mistaken. If that wasn't enough, there was No Air in the room, so I had to Bust the Windows to be able to breathe. It turned out to be nothing but a dream: it was all Imagined by me. That's what I get for Taking Chances with LSD, I suppose.
Well. Yes. So, I'm superawesomeexcited for this, and I can't really concentrate right now. Sasha is watching Doc Who as I type, so congratulate her on joining the cult. Er, I mean, fandom.
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