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I started writing something tonight, and I don't know what it is. It's stream of consciousness, but I don't know whose and it's irking me so I'm saving it under wtf and leaving it at that. I also finally got around to updating my Four Brothers fic which makes me feel both accomplished and depressed, because it will just. not. die.
In other news, there was Jericho, and the world was good...
Almost every day since DB Sweeney got back I've been screaming for Jake to shoot him in the head, and now Stanley's done it instead. I'm glad because it needed to be done, and sad because Stanley? So not cut out for that kind of shit, and the throwing up afterwards was so realistic (I would assume) and heartbreaking. And Stanley signing at Bonnie? Yeah, I wept. Oh man show, the things you do to me.
I can't believe there are only two more episodes. I will cry some more if they don't get the pick up. I will sob like a little girl and there will be no consoling me. But in the meantime? I feel like this season has finally hit its stride, and I forgive it for the opener because I really did not want civilization to come back, but now that we might be getting revolution and everyone's all shooting guns and running around in the fields and everything? Perfect. That is the part I adore. Crazy people surviving and taking care of each other and yeah...