Tonight, I remembered exactly why I used to drink during Las Vegas episodes during its later seasons…

(Spoilers be here)

Damn damn damn damn damn

I was well spoiled. I had a big hunch that exactly what happened was what was going to happen. I was expecting this.

It doesn’t make it any easier. TV writers should not be trusted. EVER.

The writing was fantastic–by far it was easily their best in three years. That said, I was believing up until the very end that she might be ok. I am NOT going to make it until September.

Izzie has to live. I was screwed with Danny/Mary, and the way I see it, I’m karmically owed Alex and Izzie.

And, yes, I do realize that none of this is real…