When Sonny posed the question "Do you have any idea the kind of hell I'm living in right now?" on today's General Hospital, I shouted, "Yes! Yes, I do!"
And do you know why that is? It's because the show has broadcast every second of that hell in painful detail, every single day of every single week of every single month. I am so sick of Sonny and Dante that I have a visceral reaction to hearing their names in any context (which can be embarrassing, like when I was watching The Weather Channel and heard that we were having a stretch of sunny weather and moaned, "Damn you, Corinthos, why can't you just leave me alone?!")
I'd love to just fast forward all of their scenes, and all of the scenes where people are talking about the things we've already covered in their scenes, but that would leave me only able to talk about, like...Patrick and his decision to reside in Schmuck Manor, and if I did that I'd (a) cry at the turn this character has taken and (b) be forced to look at and write about the horrible hair situation that Brianna Brown has going on.
But all of that is a moot point because there came a point in today's episode where I literally stopped hearing. Like, Sonny said this thing, and you all know what it is because at that point in the episode you probably also stopped hearing, and the world was devoid of sound and my mind was devoid of thought. How can I craft a witty rant about Patrick when my brain is broken?!
Sonny: Dante, why can't you ever see me in a good light? You always see me in a bad light!
If you'll excuse me, I am going to be translating the words "BECAUSE YOU SHOT HIM IN THE CHEST" into a variety of different languages because screaming it at him in English is obviously not working, because he's an idiot. And also fictional.