Throes of Rose-Coloured Anguish

I have *run out of Chanakwanzaamastice chocolate*. The sugar/caffeine-like substance withdrawals are causing people to seem sinister, stories to seem mean to McKay, and me to think my cat is looking at me funny. Is posting right now wise?
Let's avoid that question, and talk about the perfect show for my state of mind, Six Feet Under. I have finally seen the show up through the finale of Season Three, and must say to those of you who haven't seen it; go forth and Netflix. This is some of the best television I have ever seen. I had a whole story arc worked out from Season Two, and honestly? I am too into the story as it is being told to even want to change it. Even when it makes me cry.
Oh, and debchan made a vid with David Gray's "The Other Side" using this show, which is incredible. I bear as long-lasting a grudge as I can manage against the folks who crossed lines and led to her taking it off her readily accessible site.
Off to angst over my cat's affections.
Happy fandom, folks.