Now that I'm done with Nurse Jackie (woohoo!!) I'm trying to find something else to fixate on―which is weird, because I have a Friends marathon going. It's an episode I'm not particularly fond of, and instead of skipping it or just getting it over with, it's like I'm trying to watch everything else in the world. Then I tell myself I'll watch it tonight, tomorrow. Doesn't happen. It's been so long I'm contem-plating just...quitting.
So now I've started watching Chicago Med. There's already a Zoey in it, along with a bunch of House similarities I've gleaned just from watching clips on YouTube and seeing them on the list―like the supermodel who wasn't all female, the locked-in syndrome, a gunman in the hospital, a child molester, a doctor fighting for his life, a doctor committing suicide, a doctor performing self-surgery, a patient thinking he's in a simulation, a patient with extreme altruism as a symptom... If they have to dig up a dead cat, I'm quitting.
Which reminds me, there was actually a patient in Nurse Jackie named Jules. I liked her, although her introduction was bizarre. After entering the hospital screaming that she had been shot, the doctors decide, "She's not shot...she's just pregnant." Turns out she wasn't, she just had tumors. I liked when she told the doctors what their names were. You could finally see an emotion other than anger on her face.
I just wrote a huge block of text, clicked Publish, and got auto-matically logged out. Lost it all. I don't feel like rewriting it. Anyway, there's a new leak in the house; we can hear squishing when we walk down the hall and the floor's all bubbled up. As part of his endeavor to fix it, the repairman cut a huge hole into my brother's bedroom wall and now he can see into the bathroom, can you believe that? I thought the hole in my wall was bad, and I couldn't see outside at all.
I feel like there are no good handymen. Wondering if there are good landlords, too. I hope so.
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