The Universe will be mine, wuahahahahaHAHAHAH!

[You may guess by the timestamp that an "aaaahgradschool" post is due, and it is, but this isn't it.]

Jason came home today with a bouquet of white flowers, and then took them away from me and handed me a small box. Like a jewelry box. A heavy jewelry box. Which turned out to contain two of these.

Yes, as I type, I am smelling white roses and wearing the Watch-Ring of Rassilon, which offers me telepathic control of all Gallifreyan technology and color-coordinates with all of my outfits. (I'm currently sporting the burgundy and gold model.)

I am such a dork. I am such a blissfully happy dork.