Damn hormones
I’m watching Grey’s Anatomy. Which I’ve never watched before tonight. My Tivo recorded it for me. Probably because I regularly watch House, M.D.
So, I hope I’m not spoiling this for anyone, but if you have what I think is the most recent episode taped and haven’t watched don’t read this.
The main character, Meredith, is unconscious. Possibly dying. (She’s the GREY in Grey’s Anatomy, so wtf? Right?) Anyway, the guy I think is her boyfriend is sobbing and looks so upset. So does this other guy who’s her friend and who I think has a crush on her.
And now I’m mopey because I’m jealous. I want to have someone who would cry if I were unconscious in the ER. Someone who also wanted to have sex with me. And all vice versa. It’s almost as though I want a boyfriend.
Ugh. But, I don’t! For lots of good reasons that would be worthy of another post.
Seriously, I actually AM aware that it’s hormones that make me wistful and mushy lonely feeling like that. Not logic. It’ll pass.
Hmmm… now Tivo is showing me a documentary about a murder that took place in Palo Alto, CA. Stanford. I’ll have to keep an eye out for a librarian position open at Stanford. All those yummy geeks!
I think I need to go find a chick flick movie or chick lit book to “cuddle up” with for the night…