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[apocalypsos]

I wasn't even watching the "Angel" finale tonight, but I know something bad happened, because I felt a great disturbance in my friends list, as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in consternation and Joss was suddenly silenced, in his sleep, with a very large pillow pressed over his face.

EDIT: I love it when diseases personify internal organs with emotions, like a shy bladder or irritable bowel syndrome. You should be able to do that even if all your internal organs work. I don't see why I shouldn't be allowed to have a comedic spleen. Hell, if we're going to be personifying anatomical parts in amusing ways, I'd like to teach my liver to juggle. (And just think, gang, I'm not even drunk and I'm talking like this. Wheee!)