As fully one of my loyal readers has noticed, I have taken a bit of a mental-health holiday from General Hospital recently.
It started innocently enough - - a colleague on maternity leave thus doubling my work-load, the busy family holiday season, and before I realized what was happening, I was five weeks behind once more. And frankly, the idea of having to watch SO much concentrated badness (Lucky's BSC departure, Robin's viral load, Sam's rape fall-out, Sonny's sonny-ness) in one fell swoop just seemed like an insurmountable task. The next thing I knew, fueled by righteous indignation at the pitiful state of General Hospital and Arbor Mist, I was frenetically deleting unwatched episodes from my DVR whilst humming a jaunty tune.
That was nearly seven weeks ago, and I haven't looked back since.
Except . . . .
. . . I think Carly and Johnny could be super-steamy together.
Damn, I am a sucker for Brandon Barash and the way he plays Johnny when he's reeling from shocking and disturbing (but predictable, didn't the fans call this one more than two years ago?) news and really feeling the need to drown himself in self-destructive tendencies. It's bratty and self-indulgent when Sonny does it, but somehow Johnny makes me want to say "poor bunny" while stroking his hair (amongst other things). Also, loving the scruff on him, why was I not alerted that the sexy stubble was taking place?
Plus, I've been patiently waiting for Carly and Johnny to hit the sheets since their first meeting more than four years ago - - very spark-y, it was.
Drat, it looks like General Hospital might be sucking me back in. How long until Carliavati's material starts airing? My mental-health may hang in the balance!
