Withdrawal

i will unashamedly admit to a recently-developed grey's anatomy addiction; for days on end, i'd get home from work, race through dinner, and sit down in front of the idiot box with a spoon, a tub of ben and jerry's, and a goofy grin on my face. laugh, all you disbelievers, laugh away. you're missing out on the good stuff. short story is that i was intimately involved with the cast of grey's... not only because they're fun, but also because they're more screwed up than your average fictional television characters, and that's a good thing, even if their scenarios and behaviour are beyond believable. [ain't nothing wrong with my occasional incredulous outbursts at said fictional characters, either, and don't you tell me there is!]

serious complications have arisen in the last few hours, however: i just spent this afternoon watching the ridiculously awesome season 2 finale (that apparently 22 million people watched when it first aired... where on earth was i?! being a tv snob, i bet!)

so what the hell am i going to do with my time and mental energy now?! season 3 is only out on dvd in early september! that's months away! i think i need to pay a visit to akhila's dvd guy when i get back to bombay, and see if something can't be done about advance viewings before season 4 goes on the air....

psst: on the eternal question of mcsteamy or mcdreamy, i say mcvet, all the way! chris o'donnell may not be matt damon, but finn is definitely cute, and smart, and sensitive, and committed, and a far better deal than smug, arrogant, irresistible but dangerous derek (patrick dempsey), with the beguilingly kind blue eyes and the somehow-hot russell crowe hairstyle and the inability to decide once and for all between his lovely redhead wife and the needy blonde intern waif who shares his dog. (what does this say about my choice in men in real life, i wonder? but then, who needs men when you have grey's?)