Last night, when it hit me that there are only going to be 6 new episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer EVER, I cried. I didn't break down sobbing or anything, but I teared up. It was enough that I had to break from chat to go blow my nose and compose myself. I'm getting a little verklempt as I write this.

Then this morning, I find out Mr. Rogers died, and I just go, "Aw, that's sad!"

How messed up is that?