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I watched. I cried thirty minutes in because I suddenly realized that it was the last one EVER and it was already half over. And then I cried at the end because it was over, cried and cried and cried like the big fat baby I am.

And then I ate seven oreos, a third of the chocolate shamrock lollipop that's been languishing in my freezer since the big bridal shower weekend a couple weeks back, drank a huge glass of icewater, and felt a little bit better, but not really. Because BUFFY! It's over! I keep trying to have deeper thoughts about it but I don't have them yet. I just keep sitting here craving chocolate and, right now, a chicken salad sandwich instead of my usual sensible salad for lunch.

I think I'm getting chicken salad. What are unhealthy eating habits for if not to get one through difficult times like the ending of one's favorite television show, no matter how appropriate and timely one felt said ending was?

shawn+angela 4eva

Any of those out there following the saga of Jess v. the U.S. Postal Service (last count - none), an update: Have received two of the three little green certified mail cards. It's been, like, a week, and I smell FOUL PLAY. I was sending it two hours downstate! It should not take this long! Methinks Mr. Irate Postman threw one of the envelopes in the garbage can, complete with certified mail stamp.

I will give him a dirty look the next time I go there, which will be never, because I'm afraid of that post office now. I'm afraid my picture is pasted behind the counter with an obnoxious note, the same way we used to leave notes about annoying rental customers in their account screens when I worked at Hollywood Video back in The Day. Oh yes, we had that kind of power! You're rude to one of us, you try to shirk your late fees, you are noted in the system! The best of such notes would be the ones my guy coworkers would leave to denote certain female customers as REALLY HOT, which I found rather pointless since, you know, the only time you brought up people's accounts was usually because they had just handed you their card to rent, in which case she would be standing right there and, ideally, you would be able to realize the hotness quotient of said customer without a note.

The highlight of my time there was when Scott Hastings would come in to rent videos. Though he looked nothing like this Scott Hastings, it was still a thrill.

Am watching Boy Meets World and find myself thinking that Rider Strong was really quite talented. Is this a sign that it's time for me to go to bed? Think so.

But no, seriously. I think he's a good actor. He's going places! Ideally, places other than eternal syndication on the Disney Channel.