I'm dead. Emotionally exhausted. I'm completely drained of any energy and if I cry one more time during a season finale, I'm poking my eyes out.
Of course, there's still Grey's Anatomy on Sunday and Monday. So there's some heartache waiting to happen.
Remind me why we do this to ourselves?
Actual complete thoughts later. All I really want to do is take caps for "Casino Night". Damn work straight to hell!!!!!!!
Happy birthday,
simplyenchanted!