Okay, so last night I turned on the television. And there was Grey’s Anatomy. So I thought I might as well watch it. The two-hour season premiere. And then I laughed, and then I cried at least 4 times in the following 120 minutes. I averaged one good cry for every half hour.
And at the end of it all, I was exhausted. But I was hooked.
And then it was on again tonight. Crap. Another two good cries. Ah, who’m I kidding? There were three cries. God, I’m pathetic. Somebody please tell me: When did I become such a sad sap?
I need to quit this habit real quick. It’s much too exhausting. I mean, not every Thursday night is going to be a moonday eve, and I can’t wake up with one of those “good cry” hangovers every friday morning at 5 a.m.
And I thought ER was bad.
Happy Moonday everyone. I needed this one.