Crashed train of thought

Today, I'm sitting on a bed reading and knitting to my hearts content(well maybe not knitting, but I will soon. I think?). Anyway I'm reading Terry Pratchett(and sneaking Anne of green gables) and dying of randomly induced fits of laughter from DW memories and the cuteness of Torchwood Babiez, which if you like DW or TW you must read(I mean come on baby!Ten and baby!Jack). I rewatched silence in the library last night, and now I know who River is it's stll pretty weird(and written by Steven Moffat, which explains a lot). I will not divulge River secret for fear of anyone who lays on this blog being annoyed with me for posting it(even though I bet millions of bloggers have already done this).I'm starting to notice that the posts on this blog are my train of thought which makes leaps in the oddest ways. And I'm thinking of Victor Krum right now. Very disturbing. My current knitting project is my first sweater and I'm thinking of knitting a very ticked of pink dalek(and maybe dalek bob sometime). The title of this post is from Sharkboy and Lavagirl which I bet someone knows out there in the giant sprawling web(which has spiders and babys wandering around in it). Bored now and wanting DW t-shirts. I think I should tell people whats in my backpack as it shows I have mixed taste in books. It contains: The Second Wheel of Time, Small Gods, Jane Eyre,The Steampunk Bible, and Ghosts of Route 66.