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As was just mentioned on Twitter, I am officially one episode away from being Whedonless. This morning was the only morning this week I stood even a chance to get to the emission testing center early enough to get in before seven, so all night I fretted about sleeping through my alarm. Considering that my tags are waaaay expired, and that I’m really tired of watching the rearview for cops, I fitfully dozed all night, got up, and was on Craighead by six thirty, got my test and my tags taken care of, and am now a free woman. Long story to tell you how friggin tired I am now.

I finished Buffy last week. I’ve got one Angel left. I’ve watched Firefly. Whedon’s new show isn’t out yet. Past the episode I’m about to watch, I’ve got nothing left in my Netflix arsenal. Well, I’ve got CSI, but that’s a different story.

So, tired or not, I’ve made a drink, got the headphones on, and am going to watch these guys save the world. Again. And then I’m going to pout.

ETA my exclamations in the last fifteen minutes went something like this: No, Lorne!  Yay, Gunn is back!  Whoa, NOT WESLEY!  I love Illyria!  I love Connor!  Jayne, the man they call Jayne is no match for Angel!

And then a boo.  It’s all over.