I know it is a ridiculous thing to be worried about, but I have high standards for the man who brought Buffy and Dr. Horrible into my life, and I have equally high standards for a show that makes my heart sing with happiness and gives Jane Lynch a chance to be the most amazing character on television right now. There's no way that this episode could ever be as good as I want it to be -- my expectations are just too high. So I've started dreading it instead, so that if it turns out just to be decent, I'll be overjoyed. It's sort of like doing reverse psychology on myself. Hopefully, it will work. I was pleasantly surprised by Joss's work on the bat-filled episode of The Office, but I'm far less attached to that show than I am to Glee. And if somehow Sue Sylvester turns out to be a giant snake demon, I'm out.