Okay, this is Laura. She comes first.
That remedy sounds more clever than it is, because it comes with the price of addiction.
Not only that, but I'm the most popular person on their message boards.
They love me.
I'm on a spiritual high for their hatred of Nadine.
She's not so silly. Just in love.
Cut her some slack.
The world still stands.
Next drama is whether her eyes will roll clockwise or counter-clockwise, but that's not important now.
Laura is rumored to be coming back to save her daughter from insanity. That will last, I dunno, two days?
If they keep bringing her in and out of a coma, I think I might find a convenient reason to go insane.
Ironically (and have lately been encountering irony in my life), it was the Luke & Laura reunion, now nearly two years ago, that drove me into this non-hooked re-addiction to fond remembrances of the girls' college dorm at the University of Texas.
A number of reasons to be hooked on that, but confine yourself to one.
They scheduled their classes around this show.
"General Hospital" was that big. It decided the course of individual futures.
The entire campus in Austin suspended breathing between 2PM and 3PM every day. Even the bowling alley in the student union fell silent.
So every afternoon, imagine this truth, a bunch of uncomfortable dudes, standing in the back of that guest host living room deal called a dormitory, stared in dismay at otherwise intelligent young women crying their eyes out.
"Who is Luke and why are he and Scott fighting?"
"No idea man. I'm starving. Is there still time to get pizza before bowling?"
Graduation was a miracle.
I miss Georgie.
The way they killed her off was terrible. After all she did, her whole life, with this show.
She was the best.
Don't wanna get sappy. I just miss her.
I miss her like someone I knew.
