Stupid work. Can I be home STARING A WALL nao?
Perhaps this is post-traumatic stress. Hmm.
"You made a DEAD DEAN. Undo it, undo it!"
Okay 12 hours later and I'm not dealing well. At this point it's really pissing me off. I have been well-trained in the most hardcore of finales - Farscape, bitches.
I didn't sleep well last night. My alarm (cell phone) was smothered by a pillow and I missed both of my warning alarms. I woke up at 7:06am and I need to catch a 7:26am. It takes me over ten minutes to get to the station. I still don't know how the fuck I got to work on time. And now I am at work. Blankly staring at my computer screen. Attempting to think.
I don't want to process the finale yet. Because my internal thoughts? Have just passed "WHAT" and are on to, "he was fucking ripped to shreds. Barring a massively lame resolution, there is going be a huge fucking price to pay if Sam resurrects Dean. AND HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET DEAN BACK INTO A MANGLED CORPSE."
I'm still stuck on WHAT.