14-Mar-2006

OMG, OMG, OMG.  They killed Tony Almeida on "24" last night.  Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all torn up about it, but I can think of no better way to go than in a crying Jack Bauer's arms.  The fact that it got me all misty-eyed was certainly a feat, considering I was raising the roof only moments before when that hobbit on a power trip bit the dust in a pool of his own bile.  BUT.... here's the kicker... I've been walking around all day in bit of a funk, considering Tony's death.  I had trouble getting out of bed, trouble picking out my outfit of jeans and a t-shirt, trouble swallowing my peanut butter sandwich at lunch.  All because of poor, poor Tony.  And THEN, just now, I'm staring at my computer screen, trying not to drool with boredom, when I hear "Excuse me."  I look up, and who is it but TONY FUCKING ALMEIDA, aka Carlos Bernard, wondering where Room 215 is.  And that sappy dollface fucking smiled at me as he said, "Thanks" and walked away.