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OMG I forgot there was a new Poirot episode tonight, and so I turn on the TV a few minutes into it AND THERE'S HASTINGS AND MISS LEMON AND INSPECTOR JAPP. WHY YOU NO TELL ME THIS, PBS?! NOT NICE TO SPRING ON POOR UNSUSPECTING FANGIRL OUT OF THE BLUE! And they were at Poirot's funeral, no less, and even though we know this isn't an adaptation of Curtain, so he can't really be dead, still. Make me feel all the feels, why don't you?! I am never wanting to see besties thinking Poirot is dead again! MY BABIES! THE GANG REUNITED. THE GANG. Hastings and Miss Lemon only had a few minutes at the beginning and end, BUT STILL. MY BABIES. THE GANG. THEY STILL LOVE EACHOTHER. Hastings, you adorable, lovable, stupid idiot, never, EVER change. Omigod, a few minutes and I can't even deal with it. I've always wished we could have more new eps with the gang, but it might actually cause my heart to explode. They are the BEST. I've watched Poirot my whole life, and I love all of it, but the early eps with the gang will always be the Golden Age to me. Oh yeah, and there was a mystery somewhere in there too, but whatever. I got to see my babies today!!!! ♥

And Ariadne Oliver is in next week's episode! Yay, I love her too! I always like it best when Poirot has some friends along on a case. He's one of the few detectives who really can carry a story on his own, but it's just more fun with friends. (And now I will try to recover and speak in proper language again, instead of randomly breaking into lolcat speak like I've apparently been doing in this post... my love is so great that proper grammar can't even contain it.)

Edit: After some poking around online, I've just discovered that they ARE doing Curtain this year! It's already aired in the UK! It's over! This is the end! THE END OF POIROT FOREVER! OMG NOOOOOOO!!!! It's been there my whole life! How can the world just go on without it? I think we should have gotten a proper adventure with Hastings and Miss Lemon in the whole episode if it's really the end... how can this be happening? I should have figured it would have to end sometime, but- just- OH GOD WHY???? *curls up in a ball and cries*

Ugh, life. As if trying to write isn't hard enough in itself, I just found out someone had gotten hold of my credit card number and was making hundreds of dollars worth of charges. Luckily it was only for a week, but um... oh my god. Now I have to wait for a new card and my card company said the fraudulent charges will be removed immediately, but is it ever that easy? And who knows what else someone might be doing with the rest of my personal info, which they clearly must have if they were using my account online. 9_9

So that's more for me to worry about, as if I didn't already want to beat my head against a brick wall over finishing this play. I'm reasonably close to being done, and I know exactly what needs to happen, it's just that the minute I sit down to do it, my brain rebels and starts going:'Omigod words! Words are too hard! Me no can think thoughts today!' (Half the play is set in the 18th century, so actual historical knowledge is required, which makes it worse.) I think maybe half the problem might also be just me being scared of this being 'it', like actually doing something I've wanted to do my whole life and will it be good enough, will it mean I'm a grown-up, will I feel different, or will it change nothing and I'll be the exact same person and what was it all for? I don't know what's weirder/scarier, but damn, I'd like to at least find out!

And I have to deny myself Classic Who until I finish, which is killing me, because I need Classic Who with a fiery passion that burns brighter than a million suns. But that's why I have to keep away, because Doctor Who hijacks your brain to the point where you can't think of anything else, and I need to use my brain and think of things when I write!

So I just keep telling myself I'm almost there. And the thought of finally having an actual work of fiction in my hands, instead of wistful thoughts of 'if only', is so incredible & exciting. ♥ (Almost as exciting as the fact that I'm going to let myself watch 'The Keys of Marinus' for the first time when I'm done! Seriously, I'm warning everyone, Classic Who will own your soul if you get into it. I've had this play in the back of my mind for more than a decade, and I'm finally realizing my dream and getting it out on a page, and I've put more of my heart into it than I thought I would, and it's the most amazing feeling. But 40% of the time when I sit down to write it, I can't, because my mind is too full of the latest Doctor Who crap I've watched or read. No one warns you when you start Classic Who, no one! The DVDs should come with a warning label: ALL YOUR MOST CHERISHED DREAMS WILL SEEM DIM AND INSIGNIFICANT IN THE FACE OF YOUR ALMIGHTY ADDICTION TO WHO. YOU ARE THE DOCTOR'S BITCH FROM NOW ON. DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200 (OR YOUR LIFE) EVER AGAIN. SURRENDER AND LOVE IT.)

So there I am. Stressed, but trying. I really should get some sleep now, but tomorrow, onward and upward! (I hope!) ;D

New Poirot!!! (Excuse me while I flail like a flailing fangirl...)

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