oh the emo trauma..

Leaving aside the fact that I just had a facebook friend request from my grandmother...  oh dear lord.  I also kinda just remembered that I repressed the memory of forgot about my appraisal at work tomorrow, for which I have completed absolutely none of the required paperwork. Ho hum.

All of which pales in comparison to the House season 7 opener. I shrieked at the TV, hid behind a cushion several times, went on a frickin' emotional rollercoaster ( spoilery squee )

On another note... tomorrow also brings both another tube strike and delightfully hysterical terror warnings across most of Europe. And I wonder why I watch quite so much TV...