*Jill calls Lill at work*
Jill: I know – I still haven’t recovered either.
Lill: *Sob* I CAN’T believe Lexie is dead.
Jill: *Sigh* I ran out of concealer this morning trying to cover up all the broken blood vessels from crying last night.
Lill: I’m still wearing my sunglasses…
Jill: *Sniff* I usually cry watching Grey’s but last night’s finale was just cruel – the office is pretty quiet today, I think we’re all in mourning.
Lill: Heh, most of my floor is made up of dudes so they have absolutely NO idea what’s going on. My tired eyes and spontaneous irrational and over-emotional outbursts have scored me two extra muffins, an extra long lunch break and some me time in the meditation room.
Jill: Planning on a nap?
Lill: Nope, I’m going to rewatch the episode and count how many times Mark say’s ‘I love you’ in hopes that my raw, tear-stained face will prompt management to send me home early.
Jill: *Sigh* I suppose on some level it’s justified, especially since nighttime television drama is the only way you’re able to demonstrate an emotional connection to other people.
Lill: It keeps me balanced – you just can’t go wrong with unreasonably good-looking actors, wildly imaginative plot lines, casual sex, great hair and a damn good cry every week.