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The end of the TV season is always a bit depressing. Life just isn't as interesting when you don't have fictional characters' lives to become involved in. Not that I actually watch all that much TV. I think this season I was only really watching Supernatural and The Tudors. Still. The Tudors' season finale kind of killed me in a way that the Supernatural finale didn't: I was in tears all through Cromwell's last words, and I had to leave the room as soon as I realized that it was the executioner that Sir Francis had gotten falling-down drunk the night before. I just couldn't watch that. I liked Cromwell. I'd always known that he was going to be killed over the whole Anne of Cleves mess, but I had heard -- years ago, and I suppose I or the person telling me might have been conflating the two stories -- that the drunken executioner happened to Anne Boleyn. I wasn't expecting it to happen to Cromwell. Poor Cromwell. A certain relative of his may have been one of the more odious men ever to live, but I liked Thomas.

I'm also sad to see James Frain go. I may perhaps have thought that was kinda hot.

I didn't get any hamburgers yesterday, which, while disappointing, is probably just as well. My aunt and I experimented with a new recipe for tuna salad over the weekend, though, and that was delicious. Who'd have ever thought to add curry to tuna?

Anyway, holiday's over. Class tonight, and a bunch of homework due that I haven't even started yet. I suppose I should get on that, yeah?