"It's 1973, almost dinnertime. I'm having hoops."

[mooging]

WHY DID NONE OF YOU WARN ME THAT 1x07 OF LIFE ON MARS WOULD KILL ME?!

I've just spent the last hour alternating between having my hands clutched over my mouth, pausing the television from sheer anxiety, hiding under the blanket and SCREECHING at the television.

I can't watch the last episode of Series One tonight, like I planned.

I want to avoid having a heart attack.

Comments

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

Like a terrible and useless person who is quite tired, I CAN'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE 1.7 IS. What happened?!

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

With the whole 'hi, I'm a flashing-drug-suspect-guy, allow me to die suspiciously in your cells and send Sam off on an investigation with Gene being all gruff-yet-secretly-wounded-and-in-love-with-Sam'.

That one.

[strangeumbrella.livejournal.com]

OH HEY I REMEMBER THAT NOW.

Oh oh oh my god the sending Sam away and the HEARTBREAK. (And not to mention the TAKING HIM OUT FOR DINNER. AND ADMITTING THAT HE HAD NO REAL REASON TO DO IT. Although that was less heartbreaking.)

[moogle62.livejournal.com]

Less heartbreaking, more secret admission of LOVE.

HE DOESN'T EAT ON HIS OWN. SAM IS A REPLACEMENT OF HIS WIFE. SAM STOP GOING CRAZY OVER THE RADIO AND PICK UP THE SECRET SIGNALS THAT GENE IS GIVING YOUUUUU.

Ahem.