House.

"Holy fucking shit" doesn't cover it.

So I'm prone to extreme screaming overreactions.

But this....

All I could do was gape at my TV SHAKING. Eyes tearing up, mouth quivering, trying to speak, to exclaim SOME FORM of emotion over what could only be described as the single most shocking, brutal slap in the face and electroshock to the entire fucking being.

You think I'm being dramatic.

There wasn't a single damn cell in my entire body that wasn't feeling it. The keratin in my nails was feeling it. The sweat on my damn forehead was feeling it. Absolutely no part of me was uninvolved in being in pure, raw, absolute SHOCK.

And a billion other emotions I can't even begin to place. Can't even name. There is no name for them.

You wanna know what I mean?

If you've seen this damn House episode, you KNOW what I mean.

I couldn't even say anything. All that came out was unintelligable babble. I couldn't breath. I finally managed "Oh.... my..... god...." over and over....

And the preview for the next one... And the Wikipedia description....

"Clues inside House's head hold the key to a patient's condition, and House's friendship with Wilson is tested beyond limits as murky memories from the bus accident the night before threaten to change their lives forever. "

Holy fuck.

I don't even want to see the next one, yet I can't wait a week. This is gonna be the end of the damn season. It'll be like saying goodbye to a damn best friend!

But wow.... I don't think I could be this stunned and emotional if Arakawa appeared in my living room with Sonny, Vic, Aaron, and Travis, and they all said Hughes/Roy was absolutely canon, signed everything FMA I owned, including my yaoi, and told me I was ABSOLUTELY the biggest fan of the show/manga and gave me an unending supply of merchandise.

...All right, I'm done. xDD And slowly recovering. Jesus.

...And this is too important for journal mods. Shush.