Horrible fandom moment.

I have the partial lyric "Let's-- do-- the Time War-- agaaaaaain!" running through my head. You know, to the tune of the Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I'm almost afraid to drink coffee. I'm not sure if that would banish the incipient earworm, or let me figure out the rest of the lyrics.

(Yes, I am an addict.)

I am a reasonable soul.

So I am not, all flights of fancy to the contrary, going to *kill* those coffee shop clerks.

Yes, *those* ones.

The ones who, when I finally made it in this morning and asked for a coffee to quash the squidgy pain throbbing behind my left eye, smiled and nodded and relayed the order and took my money and gave me decaf.

*Them.*

*stabs vaguely in the direction of the offending coffee shop with a fork and goes back to huddling over the cup of instant. Oh, this is going to screw with my hoped-for sleep schedule but good...*