Not So Deep Thoughts
This morning at water aerobics, I was struck with a series of (possibly lame and irrelevant) meta ideas. Yes, I said water aerobics. Laugh it up, chuckles, that shit is hard. Anyway, I have some Deep Thinking to do tomorrow, and maybe I will try and write something Analytical and Profound. Dr. House is gonna be in it, and there might be music, so that's fair warning. Regardless, there's something I need to get off my chest. If you would allow me to paraphrase.
Dear Sera Gamble: What are you going to do, DIALOG on me?
I mean St. Elmo's BALLS, people. I want to see Dean hunt down the Exposition Fairy and shoot that bitch in the face. And then Bobby can torch its corpse. Oh--and pdragon76 knows how I feel about man!tears, so I might have cheered a little when Sam hit his brother. Yeah, I know.
In less exasperating news, today's The Big Picture made my pants explode. As the Dragons would say.
NO SPOILERS. I didn't even watch the promos for next week. Please, for the love of Strindberg, don't spoil me.
Dear Sera Gamble: What are you going to do, DIALOG on me?
I mean St. Elmo's BALLS, people. I want to see Dean hunt down the Exposition Fairy and shoot that bitch in the face. And then Bobby can torch its corpse. Oh--and pdragon76 knows how I feel about man!tears, so I might have cheered a little when Sam hit his brother. Yeah, I know.
In less exasperating news, today's The Big Picture made my pants explode. As the Dragons would say.
NO SPOILERS. I didn't even watch the promos for next week. Please, for the love of Strindberg, don't spoil me.