Oh, that's right, because I have no life outside the intertubes. Heh.
I watched the end of time today, and, as expected, it ripped my heart into teensy tiny little shreds, stomped up and down on the pieces, and then put the squelchy remains in a blender.
Oh good god I cried. And I must admit I have OH SO MUCH RESPECT for elevens' first line. So much love.
But the majority of the episode wasn't particularly thrilling, I must admit. I mean, it all seemed geared towards this big finale where something superspecialawesometasticonapogostickexciting would happen....and then the master took care of the time lords and everything went back to the way it was without any major conflict. It kinda felt like the end of breaking dawn where the whole book built up the climatic encounter with EVIL VAMPS and then....they talked. And won. By talking. Yeah.
HOWEVER! I make no judgements, because I think Tennants regeneration was horribly wonderful and I'm quite possibly going to kill my landlady for knocking on the door just as he staggered into the TARDIS(insert me frantically running to the bathroom, splashing water on face, drying face, trying in vain to cover up blothy, red rimmed eyes, before answering the door. Bleeding hell).