Still very traumatized by last night's Buffy. After it was over, I had to call my parents and make sure they were still alive and tell them that I love them. All those shots of Joyce's body at the beginning of each segment...I had to consciously work to think happy thoughts while trying to fall asleep last night. And I then wound up having a very bizarre dream that I was on some strange version of Survivor. Weird. I'm just happy that the Angel was happy and uplifting and that look that Angel and Wesley exchanged right after they killed the demon in Wesley's apartment...awww. If Angel had been half as depressing as Buffy, I think I would have had to stay home from work today and mope. Or something.
I am never, ever going to watch that episode again. My heart goes out to all of you who have lost a parent.
Current song in my head:
"Homeward Bound" by Simon & Garfunkel