I had an interesting "nap" earlier―and by nap, I mean finally getting to sleep around noon. Whatever, I got some sleep. Doesn't matter when it happens, as long as it happens.
It was about...celebrities! Ta-da. Actually, a whole mess of celebrities; specifically, the cast of Lucifer. And my stepfather, if his poorly-written, completely unedited, one-review book published in 2006 makes him a celebrity. There we were, in this gigantic room filled with all the demons. I'm trying to enjoy myself, and along comes my stepdad to ruin it like always. I look at him and tell him, "All these demons... Happier than you."
It was nice. They were all dancing and laughing. My subconscious probably drummed up a cheerful after-party, instead of the one Ella botched. Well, she and Rory, not that I can actually blame either one. Hah!
Much better than what else I dreamt during my "nap;" about an old, frail-looking man who was actually immortal. Cops were stor-ming the place, kids were being taken, and bullets were just bouncing off this little man's chest. Compared to the stuff I usually dream―not a nightmare! But still, an old, bearded man. Really? Couldn't he at least have...concealed stuff?
Ah. Anyway. Binged some more Chicago Med when it let me. Stopped after a riveting episode where Ethan is nearly dead from cyanide poisoning after, stupidly, tackling an assailant with a can. The toxin floods the entire department, Charles and Natalie are stuck in the elevator with a pregnant woman. He peers past the elevator doors, recognizes they're in the old NICU, so he rips these fucking steel doors open like it's nothing. He's a big guy, so it doesn't look stupid. Takes a phony phone call when he can't get a signal to help Natalie give an emergency C-section―which apparently she's never done as a pediatric physician? Hello?
Natalie goes to thank the doctor Charles pretended to call, finds out she was never in conference with him, and starts shouting at him. He barely reacts, showing her the mother playing with her newborn. I mean, what was he supposed to do? "Uh, sorry, ladies. We're stuck down here with no signal, so go ahead and panic. It won't accomplish anything, but...gosh. I don't see a choice."
Every episode lately, they're yelling at the guy. Kind of un-professional, and that doesn't make anyone a better person. Not to mention he's the best one, so kindly lay off. 😏
Oh, damn. I keep putting aside the new Walking Dead for Chi-cago. I mean, Walking Dead sucks now, but I suppose I owe it to the series to watch the two episodes that are left. Meanwhile season 9 episode 8 of CM is on its merry way, not to mention it's connected to Chicago Fire and Chicago PD! It's so weird seeing Chloe Decker and Robert Chase fighting fires. Actually I started with Med, because it's doctors... I don't actually know if they share one scene, but appar-ently she does not appear in Chicago Med. Kinda bummed about that. They killed her off, so she probably never will. Anyway, not gonna lie, it's, bleh, weird! Every time Casey talks, I have to tell myself, "It's his twin, he's identical. He never was a doctor, he never married Cameron, he never wore a doctor's coat or cut someone open; it's not Robert Chase."
Doesn't do any good, I mean... But he's Australian. Keep the accent! You want an American? Hire one, come on. Let him be an Aussie. 😛
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