I've been sick and sleeping tons the past couple of weeks, and have been recording all of my soaps, which allows me to watch them as God intended: with the ability to fast forward. It's blissful. The Young and the Restless is now only, like, four minutes long.
Like I predicted weeks ago, the promising start to GH's February sweeps has turned into the type of sweeps GH always produces: dumbassedness mixed with veteran killing multiplied by Jason/Carly/Sonny saving the day. It has led to hours of me screaming "Heffa, please!" at my television, then feeling shame for being crazy and then getting angry at Bob Guza for making me crazy.
That is not to say that this sweeps stunt is totally without positive attributes, because there are some things that I really have been enjoying. Patrick continues to be a gem and Jason Thompson gets to showcase a softer side, which is always dreamy. Natalia Livingston has actually been emoting without me laughing at her. I cannot believe that I am saying this, since only months ago I was hating her with a passion, but Maxie is hilariously awesome and I want to see more of her locked in the vault with Three. Most shockingly of all, Sam shows signs of life. It was rough for a while there, with the tears and the yelling and the creepy way she stared at Elizabeth that suggested she wanted nothing more than to take Elizabeth's baby and implant it into her own broken uterus, but I'm starting to see something in her that looks suspiciously like a backbone and an ability to think quickly.
But, like I said above, much of this show falls under the "Heffa, please" heading.