A quiet night, a stack of books, a tuna melt on rye

Yesterday I said I thought Torchwood broke me.  Now there is no thought about it -- Allison = officially broke. 

I'm not usually one for the audible reactions to TV (as apposed to my mother who gasps everytime someone spills a drink in a paper towel commercial) but I did gasp out loud at why they wanted the children.  There was also some flinching and looking away during the( Cut for those who are up on their mythology and/or obscure musicals )
Comic con is going to a be a wild time -- I hope RTD's ready for it. 

You know what, I don't even have an icon that can handle this. 

I think Torchwood may have just broke me.  I have a strong urge to simply write OMG like 500 times (but I will resist being over the age of 15) When did it go from being ho-hum to being the most amazing thing ever?  


Also, I may have to join fandom in hating Gwen, not because I hate her on her own merits (because I totally don't), but because Rhys needs to be mine! 

Finally I have no idea how there is going to be a resolution in only one more hour.