It's so fraking dusty in this room.

my eyes are tearing up :frowning:

My room was insanely dusty last night, left my eyes watering for like 30 minutes!

(Lyrics courtesy of Flight of the Conchords)

…I’m not crying
I’m not crying
It’s just been raining on my face
And if you think you see some tear tracks down my face
Please don’t tell my mates
I’m not crying
No, I’m not crying
And if I am crying
It’s not because of you
It’s because I’m thinking of a friend of mine who you don’t know who is dying
That’s right, dying
These aren’t tears of sadness because you’re leaving me
I’ve just been cutting onions
I’m making a lasagna
For one
Oh, I’m not crying
No
There’s just a little bit of dust in my eye
That’s from the path that you made when you said your goodbye
I’m not weeping because you won’t be here to hold my hand
For your information there’s an inflammation in my tear gland …

The more I think (and read) about the finale (and not that it was the finale, but the story, the music, the scenes, the characters) the more melancholy I get.

stupid tory

Aw, man. That reminds me of yet another possibly series finale come sunday night.

My eyes are getting sweaty.

:frowning: I feel like walking into a fountain and crying my eyes out.

I am officially a member of the “I hated Callie and/or Roslin and yet cried like a baby when she died Club”

I feel a bit empty with the realization that there will be no more BSG. I won’t have an excuse any more for ditching my friends on Friday nights. I really hope Caprica is good. I have a feeling that if they managed to sign on Esai and Eric Stoltz that they’ve got a good thing. Stoltz only seems to sign on if the script is intriguing.