By all reckoning, yesterday was a crappy mood day: I spent the whole day being anxious about this NYC idea, and hormonal in general, and therefore mopey and angst-riddled. No matter how many times that happens, I’m always amazed at how I can turn things around with a little determination.

Once I got through dinner and an evening constitutional, I took a hot shower and settled in with the final season episodes (all five) from Grey’s Anatomy, some chocolate pudding, and yoga stretches. That, coupled with a great night’s sleep, a morning spent working outside on the Blue Bombshell, and plans for a Memorial Eve campfire with friends tonight have certainly made my outlook a little rosier.

Admittedly, I think Grey’s did the most to turn me around. My 19-year-old self would loathe me. “What the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to like edgy, dark, twisted, painful, artistic work — not all of this happy ending-crap you’ve been reading and watching and getting sappy over. Who the hell are you? What happened to me?” Oh, my poor, angsty, teenage self. All I can say to that self-righteous, holding-the-weight-of-the-world-in-her-hands girl is that there’s a lot of suffering in the world, and I’m trying to alleviate what of it that I can. I see a lot of pain and turmoil on a regular basis in my line of work — as do many other people I know — and sometimes, I just want to see a few happy endings.

Also, first Kerry Weaver, now Erica Hahn. What is it with television execs turning the brainiest, brashest, often-called-the-bitchiest, beautiful blonde doctors into lesbian characters? I’m not complaining, mind you (since I’ve been hoping on this character alignment for months), just wondering about validity of the trend.

Today is a good day.