So I make crummy posts on Tumblr of 200 words or so, or I reblog some gifsets and spit out a few commentary tags to go with each one, and call it done. It's like the fandom part of my brain is atrophying, and I'm so frustrated because I am having some great experiences, and I'm having some decent thoughts, and I'm going to lose them. I didn't think that talking into the void bothered me; I've done it before, but I think after fully 2 years of near-silence -- in contrast to Tumblr, where I have at least THREE people who interact regularly with my posts -- it might, in fact, be starting to wear me down.
This post has been brought to you by: 4 episodes of There She Goes, 2 episodes of Evil, 2 episodes of Survivor, a load of (rewatching) Doctor Who (mostly partial episodes/scenes) and the entire first season of Broadchurch. Because even my inferior attempts at Sum-Up Saturday promptly faceplanted and failed, and I don't know how to start again.