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May. 19th, 2008 10:04 pmI really really hate the two weeks that encompass Season Finale Time. Like, hate. Hate hate hate hate. Hate.
I especially hate having to watch two finales in one night. Two finales that played me like a cheap piano and left me feeling fierce wretched, and closer to sniffles than I am really comfortable with.
No kidding, Mom nearly had to stage a TV intervention tonight. After House, I had to ask for a hug, because OMG, House, and then fifteen minutes into Bones I needed a hug, and then at the end of Bones I needed a hug, and Mom was like, "You know it's just fiction, right? They're not real people, Alex. Am I going to have to cut you off?"
HATE.
I especially hate having to watch two finales in one night. Two finales that played me like a cheap piano and left me feeling fierce wretched, and closer to sniffles than I am really comfortable with.
No kidding, Mom nearly had to stage a TV intervention tonight. After House, I had to ask for a hug, because OMG, House, and then fifteen minutes into Bones I needed a hug, and then at the end of Bones I needed a hug, and Mom was like, "You know it's just fiction, right? They're not real people, Alex. Am I going to have to cut you off?"
HATE.