The same bit of my brain that believes in Martin the Time Lord also believes that once a Time Lord hits Life Thirteen a giant hideous complicated application form arrives in which details of use made of current cycle of regenerations has to be filled in in bizarre confusing detail, and is then submitted to the Freakish Power of Life or Death department who call you for interview in which you have to explain to a panel of joyless people that you will be terribly productive with the next ones, honest, and not just use them up on bad hair days or to impress boys. (Romana would clearly get away with being Lalla, because it is Lalla, unless she got an excessively pro-brunette committee.) The whole process is so amazingly tedious as to make a significant minority prefer death.

I also have sensible/emo thoughts re: Time Lords and their relationship to Doctor and such but they are no fun.