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Mom came in as I was watching Grey's Anatomy at home about a month or so ago. "So, is that McDreamy?"

Still glued to the television, I reply sunnily, "No, that's McSteamy. He's a man-whore."

So when Addison called him that on this week's episode, I felt kinda vindicated. I was all like, "Yeah! I've been calling him that for months..."

I know one thing- they better get Meredith out of that water next week...I'm just saying.

So wow...this week was draining. I don't have much to say about it...there was just a lot of heavy stuff that came up all at once- old stuff I haven't really dealt with, several of my buddies going through stuff...man. But sitting here tonight, I'm exhausted but not regretful. I needed to deal with this. I needed to be there for my friends, even though I can't do much besides listen... I believe pretty strongly that if you can't stick around when your friends are going through crap, then you've got no business enjoying their company on a good day. You'll have plenty of acquaintances in this world, but strife is the true test of my friendship in my book.

So that is my spiel for tonight. It's short, but the only reason I'm still conscious is cause I wanted to catch the Grey's I missed last night. Sleep sounds real good right now...

Happies.