*insert maniacal laugh*
I found a box of 100 Doctor Who postcards that someone gave me ages ago and I promptly misplaced. I sort of LOVE postcards. They’re truly fantastic little bits of paper. Think about it for a moment. You don’t have to lick some gross envelope, postage is half the cost, and there’s always something wonderful about getting one in the mail. I like to think of them as small impromptu I was thinking about you letters. I mail out a few dozens of these each year while I’m traveling. Basically, if I take an overnight somewhere, I’m looking for postcards to mail.
But what to do with a box of 100 postcards from time and space? *laughter starts up again and grows uncontrollable* I think I remember where I put my address book.
Look out world! I shall flood thee with Tardis’, Angels who weep, Daleks, and other things that go bump in the night.
Remember my loves, it’s the little things in life that make it wonderful.