Did I ever tell you about the one thing I was afraid of as a child? I didn’t? Okay, well, here is the one thing I was afraid of as a child:
Being Buried Alive.
Now, I’m sure you are thinking to yourself, what a ridiculous thing to be afraid of, what are the chances that you are going to be buried alive? Especially as a child in augusta georgia.
Irrational as it was, it has always been my biggest fear. I can’t think of a worse way to die. Honestly. I would rather starve. Or burn. Or freeze. OMG, I mean, I might rather be eaten alive than buried alive.
Whatever. Stokes is buried alive in the season finale of CSI, which they are replaying tonight, and I have been DYING the whole episode, because I really can’t take it. Now he is being eaten alive by fire ants. While being buried. This is adding a whole new element to my worse nightmare.
I swear I’m not going to be able to sleep for weeks. I’m a wreck. I shouldn’t be allowed to watch television by myself.
ESPECIALLY AFTER WATCHING THE SNIPER SHOOT AT ALL THE NCIS PEOPLE LAST NIGHT! My television world is falling apart.
I need some help. I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating. Stokes can’t die like Kate. It just can’t happen. Someone wake me up.
And I won’t even know what happens until tomorrow at this time.
This is why I like tv on dvd.
update: Stokes doesn’t die. Good thing, otherwise I would need some serious therapy.