Find your 42nd entry ever. Yes, this may require some counting and basic maths. Deal with it. Copy that entry in a new entry. This is the meaning of your life.
Ooh, look, it's fic! There's a shock. (Actually, this is another of those ones I wrote during S3 that I remain proud of. I'm getting dangerously close to writing some sort of "author's commentary" post; please dissuade me.)
Title: They say the past must die for the future to be born
Word count: 1500ish
Summary: What was going on inside the Doctor's head during The Christmas Invasion
Spoilers: The Parting of the Ways, The Christmas Invasion; some non-spoilery references to the The Shakespeare Code
Warnings: Overcooked symbolism, irritating typographical trickery, and a smidge of implied Doctor/Shakespeare
Acknowledgements: DW elements all owned by the Beeb, obviously; title and subtitles from "Monday Morning" by Pulp. (Er, yes, I appear to have committed something resembling songfic. Shutup.)
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So, the meaning of my life is subtly Nine-bashing, NA-referencing Doctor Who fanfic with Pulp lyrics. And you know what? I can cope with that.