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This morning I woke up from a dream in which I'd been listing all the things I remembered from General Hospital when I used to watch it waaaay back when I was a teenager. Like, Damian Smith, Lily Rivera, Alex Garcia, Carly's debut and the way her story played out (I still remember when she finally confessed to Bobbi that she was Caroline, one of the few individual moments I remember with any clarity), the returns of the Cassadines and finding out that Nikolas was Laura's son, Pierce Dorman and his reign of FUCKING CRAZY ("When I was just a little boy, I asked my mother, what would I be . . . ?") - and I woke up all nostalgic. I loved that show so hard for such a long time, and with a wretched memory like mine it's fairly impressive that I remember as much as I do. And with Jonathan Jackson coming back and James Franco doing a guest spot, I'm tempted to find a way to start watching it again, but, man, the bits and pieces I've heard about all the things they've done to characters who used to mean a lot to me - I know that's how soap operas work, but when you stop watching one, it becomes crystallized in amber in your head. And I'd kinda like to keep it that way.

Yeah, I'm totally only telling you all of this because I've managed to post at least once a day for a bunch of days in succession and I'd hate to break the record now. Especially after spending so long hardly posting at all.