Half-Wit
Hey, it wasn't THAT bad. OK, the Hameron (I'm using the portmanteau because it's appropriately hilarious) kiss was, just, no. It burned my eyes. GTFO. And the scene where he bitched at Wilson (by which I mean the last one, because that could be pretty much any scene), I was not happy about. Piss off, House, stop this before I finally decide that he's too good for you and stop slashing the two of you and have to find something else to fill the void in my soul. Stop it. Oh, and the final scene where he goes into the thing with the fellows? Give me a fucking break.
BUT. Patrick? Awesome. Patrick's dad? Awesome. Piano? Awesome. Foreman? Awesome. Chase? Awesome. Cuddy? There are no words to describe how much I am in love with Cuddy right now, I swear to God. Wilson? Apparently in the same place as he was throughout Three Stories (damn you, Shore), but Wilson will never cease to be awesome in my eyes.
So, in conclusion, my vocabulary has been tragically impaired in a horrific incident involving my getting three hours sleep and sitting an exam of the same length this morning.
Oh, I finished Kafka on the Shore this morning. I can't say it's my favourite book in the world, but it's certainly incredibly inventive, and I found it engaging. It wore its enigma on its sleeve somewhat, but it was full of ideas.