Friday, March 31

Not quite an emergency situation, but close

I know I've said this before, but why in the name of all that is holy do I still watch ER? I know why I watch Lost -- Jack is the man. THE MAN, people. (Those poker scenes were killer!) But ER? Death and misery. Misery and death. And then the crying comes. 

Last night wasn't even that bad, but somehow, I found myself sucked into the Neela/Ray storyline. I can't help it -- I love Shane West. (He was Eli!) And when he said at the end, "You're the best friend I've ever had," I burst into tears. Fuck ER, people. Fuck 'em.

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