Today’s been full of ridiculous stories about things like Corko the Clown who gets depressed when he loses weight and his silly yellow clown pants are too big…and the cruise ship employee who becomes a werewhale and is hunted down with a silver harpoon…

And one that was told by someone who was not me. And I was excited because I knew that at some point the Doctor would have had to come into contact with some one or another of H.P. Lovecraft’s creations. Story was a little bit short, but not terrible.

I still haven’t written anything of any worth. It’s sad.