Okay, apparently like me and the husband needed to EAT we had low blood sugar and were like, cranky.
Dude. Finishing ER season 15. YEP. It's like TERRIBLE. Michael Crirton or whomever he is, is DEAD and like, he was good at medical mysteries and stuff. Like now it's all like, "Let us observe the history of the Chicago ER
through the memories of a dying doctor who founded it" and who is gonna get with who, why.
There are no good characters to even root for. When they killed off the second black doctor guy (PRATT?) there was like no one left to root for and I swear, I want to elbow the Indian Surgeon in the face, she is such a pain.
But after 14.5 seasons, you are
committed. I mean you have to watch until the bitter end. I miss the early episiodes where the cellphones were bigger than people's HEADS.
I mean, I never understood baggy stone washed or whatever they were called jeans. Now I do. You could camouflage a melon sized cellphone in there, no sweat.
Flavors. Um. Yeah. I have lots of flavors, but then also sometimes I have LOTS of FLAOR. Like I think I kept thinking I NEEDED condensed milk and I have like 9 bottles of various sizes.
I actually need some more black TEA. LOL.
Anna