I seem to take a lot of mocking for watching General Hospital. Well, I guess if I just sort of watched it casually, then I wouldn’t get so much mocking, so I guess I should say that I take a lot of mocking for my all-consuming obsession with General Hospital. But, I take the mocking and stand by my position that one day my watching will in some way save a life or something big and awesome like that. I promise, it’ll happen. Just you wait…
In the meantime, I think it’s nice to get little signs from the universe that I should be watching GH. The most recent sign came yesterday when I was doing my homework for class for the week Zak and I are gone and what was the topic of that week? Postpartum depression. Now, while the rest of you may not understand, Amber knows that it’s awesome because Robyn on GH is suffering from PPD right this very moment. And how very handy that I had to do a lot of research on that same topic today for class. You see, I’m supposed to be watching this show. Isn’t it clear?
So, Berta, I say we keep going strong. If loving General Hospital is wrong, do we really want to be right?
In equally great but unrelated news: a hearty way to go to Phil Mickelson for his great round of Friday and his big move from +1 to -3. That’s my boy!
