"See? Told you I was real."
I've been saving the last few episodes of Grey's Anatomy. When I got to four hours, I thought maybe it was just time to give it up. That if I didn't care enough to keep up with it weekly, well maybe it had run its course in my repertoire. Plus viewers have just been slaughtering the Izzie/Denny storyline.
Last night I decided I would watch for a while to see if I'm really ready to give up Mer/Der. Turns out I'm not. I'm also in the minority of the "Denny is real" story. OK, so I don't know how she could touch or kiss or have sex with a dead guy. But it's television for Godsake. I can suspend reality for a moment or two.
I cried. Yes cried. More than I expected. But then, maybe I just needed a good cry. Whatever. I can't quit Grey's just yet . . .