A kick in the guts...
I'm not one for spoilers, but it was hard to avoid info on the latest (latest by Aussie standards) House episode on account of the attention it's received in magazines/in the paper/on ads. Finally got to watch the one where Kutner dies....
And it was hard to watch.
I loved the muted tones of the lighting, I loved Taub's unwillingness to accept the situation, I loved Thirteen crying (hard to look devastatingly good-looking when you're crying, but there you are) and I loved, loved, loved the photo of Kutner at the end. Parfait.
I choose to believe that House didn't miss the signs...He chose to ignore them. Kutner was like House in a whole lot of ways, so it would stand to reason that he'd be in pain too.
Oddly enough (or not), I found that episode very slightly triggering. Sort of raised the hairs on my neck a little bit, brought back some memories and all that.
Anyway, moving on before this whole thing turns into a suicide rant.
I've been having this dream the past couple of nights that my bed is being shared with a rather athletic, toned, firm and strong person (slim waist, great shoulders) and I keep waking up at irritating moments. Aw. It finally dawned on me this morning that it's all because the smell of Deep Heat has slipped into the fibres of my sheets and has penetrated my dreams. I'm considering never washing my sheets again just so I can keep the smell.
And that sounded gross.
I'm going to bed.
And it was hard to watch.
I loved the muted tones of the lighting, I loved Taub's unwillingness to accept the situation, I loved Thirteen crying (hard to look devastatingly good-looking when you're crying, but there you are) and I loved, loved, loved the photo of Kutner at the end. Parfait.
I choose to believe that House didn't miss the signs...He chose to ignore them. Kutner was like House in a whole lot of ways, so it would stand to reason that he'd be in pain too.
Oddly enough (or not), I found that episode very slightly triggering. Sort of raised the hairs on my neck a little bit, brought back some memories and all that.
Anyway, moving on before this whole thing turns into a suicide rant.
I've been having this dream the past couple of nights that my bed is being shared with a rather athletic, toned, firm and strong person (slim waist, great shoulders) and I keep waking up at irritating moments. Aw. It finally dawned on me this morning that it's all because the smell of Deep Heat has slipped into the fibres of my sheets and has penetrated my dreams. I'm considering never washing my sheets again just so I can keep the smell.
And that sounded gross.
I'm going to bed.