Man, if you want to have yourself a good cry (like, let's say, if you have a bad day at work), watch the last episode of Six Feet Under. And I'm not one to bawl at movies/tv either. Daaaaaamn. That ending has caused me to sport some serious raccoon eyes.
My brain switches off at 5:30 pm, which is very distressing because I have a fic languishing on the bed of my imagination, begging me to write. And I cannot.
I have also ordered season one of Scrubs, to hopefully revitalize my drained brain.