Just...

...Buffy. Happy. Me. Joss. Thank you. All good. I laughed. I cried. My heart jumped. I cheered. I cried some more.

It was the best seven-year ride ever.

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From my friend Grace Lee, in response to the Buffy finale:

Funny thing. I was chasing my boss's dog around the yard when he
wriggled his way under the fence and got under my car. I was trying
to coax him out with a bit of beef when I felt this surge inside me
and all of a sudden, I found myself lifting the car with one arm,
avoiding the oil spot with my left foot, and picking up the dog with
my other arm.

Yours in slayage,
glee

And an interesting website with some fun stuff on it, particularly the "Droodles" and the memory artist exhibit, is this Exploratorium Memory Exhibit.