totally freaking out in a major way

in fact, it's so major that i don't even need to use the caps lock. the caps lock is implied to the millionth degree.

why the freak-out, you ask?

BECAUSE WE ARE MOMENTS AWAY FROM SEASON FINALE-NESS. (oops, caved on the caps lock, i guess).

not only are we approaching imminent death of every character on the show by an ambiguous jonathan gilbert 1864 invention bewitched by emily and so totally not UNbewitched by bonnie -- oh, ho, as if that was not enough, internet -- but we must also wait through a grueling hot summer of, what? a bajillion months? until we find out how everyone is going to be resurrected in order for there to be a second season.

THANK YOU, VAMPIRE DIARIES GODS, FOR LETTING THERE BE A SECOND SEASON!

CURSE YOU, CW NETWORK FOR ALLOWING ME TO BE VAMPIRE DIARY-LESS FOR FOUR MONTHS!

and while the 2% of americans who still watch television on an actual television will get to savor tonight's horrible demise of a lot of lovable vampires (and maybe non-vampires, who knows!) thanks to bonnie's no-good whoreness, the rest of us, the 98% of americans who realize DVRs and the internet exist, will have to wait a little longer. and will die a little more every second of that 'a little longer.'

dudes. i am still at work. i haven't even had time to talk about what i predict will happen, or opine about what a dick uncle john is or wonder in a rambling fashion what the heck katherine has to do with any of this. (look for those posts eventually). (maybe). (maybe not).

i am so unprepared for the untimely demise of mystic falls.