two of the saddest words in the english language

Season. Finale.

So...House is in the loony bin. And I almost cried. Whatever, I'm easy. Let's just send all of next years' awards to Hugh Laurie and call it a day. The Lostaways detonated a hydrogen bomb. And I almost cried...because Kate is still not dead and Jack is still a massive turd and my brain hurts from trying to understand how Locke isn't really Locke but the Smoke Monster having taken on a human form, according to my coworker who's been reading all the blogs. Pretty much nothing happened on 30 Rock except maybe we discovered that, shockingly, Adam Levine can be funny. And thus my entertainment is effectively dead for summer.

Clearly I need a hobby or ten.* I'm taking suggestions. Please, someone, help before I end up watching marathons of The Real Housewives of New Jersey this summer. Perhaps I'll take up that long-forgotten, very nearly extinct hobby known as reading...

*This only applies until Mad Men starts in August. And maybe Top Chef Masters...

Also, this is completely unrelated in any way shape or form, but I had a cherry red Slurpee today for the first time since the age of 12. It was cavity-inducingly sweet and had no nutritional value whatosever and it was DELICIOUS. Get thee to 7/11, stat!