My poor, poor nerves...

So, at the end of the last Prison Break episode, I didn't know how I'd make it to next Monday without dying of a twisted-anticipation-thing. Then I saw this:

and I practically died. "Heating up"??? (Well, yes they are if Michael keeps wearing those aviators... he's making the squeeing fangirls drool.) They're going to be reunited, and unless Lincoln and L.J. manage to get free, I won't be able to enjoy it properly. (That's a lie; I'll love it no matter what, but still!)

Oh, last night I watched Numb3rs (one of The Greatest Shows Ever) and omigoodness Don got some action (kinda). I mean, shirtless and making out - three seasons in, and we finally get Donny shirtless. Heh.

There I was, knitting away and cheering Don and FBIgirl on, and I realized: Oh shit. I'm a horny old lady. (Not really, but that's how I felt.)