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After reading last week's recap, I was emailed this food for thought: “Think they'll make Lady Shepherd fail and she'll be tempted by the drugs again? I hope not. We don't need to see that, but Geena Davis doesn't feel like a long term cast member.” So these are the questions that milled around my brain this evening while I allowed GREY'S to give me agita.

Tonight's GREY'S proved that no good can come from spending an afternoon in areas surrounded with trees.

Previews of tonight's episode warned us that heart strings would be pulled. It was a mostly April/Jackson-centric episode; a will he/won't he live plot line regarding their unborn baby. Several hashtags flashed on the bottom of my screen as the show began; one of which read: #TearsOfGreys. I pursed my lips. They weren't pulling punches tonight.

We all deal with bad news in different ways. Some of us shut down. Some of us cry. Some of us dance it out. Some of us gorge on copious amounts of Chipotle and binge on Netflix. We have coping mechanisms that kick in to help us get through the muck and live to see another day; a different day when things are okay. However, today was not the day because as Jackson (Jesse Williams) said, “Everything is not okay.”

I'm prepared to lose friends as I type this, but I'm actually not a huge of Will S. Perhaps attending a Shakespeare camp in my youth would've lead me in a different path, but in the past I'd spend so much time sifting through and interpreting the language, that the overall impact of the story was lost. However, this production seemed covertly aimed at changing my mind.

Tonight Jax and I got suited up for our final ride together. Seven seasons of Mayhem Madness, and despite my severe snark and overall feeling that this was not its best season, I will miss this show

Wendy loved her new digs at Jax's house. It held so many memories for everyone. Imagine yourself there: to your right is where Tara was murdered by her mother in law, and to your left is where Wendy once overdosed; almost killing her unborn baby. Memories!

The hashtag for last night's episode was “Mer's Time to Shine.” In Shondaland, sometimes shine requires the potential destruction of marriage

Abel told on Gemma, Wendy told on Gemma, Juice told on Gemma (you see where this is going?) and then on himself to Gemma, and eventually Jax told on Gemma to everyone who was left.

To deal with Bobby's death, and their own personal demons, everyone found some sort of gratuitous sexual gratification; even Juice and Tully.

Thanks to medical shows like ER and GREY'S ANATOMY, I am terrified that my penchant for French fries as a meal in and of itself, mixed with tying my shoe laces too tight will cause an aneurysm to explode in my brain one day.

Under the direction of David Jenkins, Busch's campy brand of depravity was perfectly executed on Jobsite's set. Brian Smallheer's minimalistic set design engages the eye just enough, while allowing the players to retain the audience's attention.

Jax asked, “How could I not see this coming?” and I gave the TV such severe side glare that my contact lens literally flew out of my eye.

Tonight we learned just how long it takes to either kill or save a marriage. This is key information for those of us planning on diving into unhealthy relationships in the future.

Previews for this week's SOA were filled with trickery, because nothing went the way I thought it would in tonight's episode.

Based on last week's previews for tonight's episode, which included Meredith telling Derek to just go to DC already (marriage schmarriage), I was prepared to launch another “Meredith Grey is the Most Selfish Person in the World” tirade. However, the writers bested me with a well-crafted episode that not only allowed me to learn more about the train wreck that is the Grey Family, but forced my heart to open up to an uber-damaged Mer.

The most exciting part of this episode was the bit at the very end where we got to see scenes from the next one. For an episode that hit somewhere around 14 hours long, it sure did leave chunks of important elements out.

Within the halls of Grey Sloane Memorial Hospital, everyone is miserable; the patients, the staff, and probably the visitors. They may not start out unhappy, but gosh darn it, the writers aim to pull a Picard and make it so. Thursday night's episode provided everyone with an opposing force to either wreck their good or augment their bad mood.

Books, television and film are such strange things. If done well, they create worlds that we get completely lost in; characters so multifaceted that we judge their actions as if they were real. It is only within these fictitious worlds that we are allowed to act as voyeurs, and it's not perverse. Only in respect to these faux realities, would it be okay for me to hate a character so much that I could shout at the television: “OH MY GOD, JUST KILL HER ALREADY,” and [potentially] not be seen as a psychotic or a monster.

Tonight's episode of SONS OF ANARCHY was brimming with romance and echoing with gunfire. I learned a lot about love, low-income housing, and how to properly drop off your child at school. In terms of the latter, if you enjoy imbibing your mocha flavored coffee drinks orally, you do not honk at Gemma even if she isn't correctly utilizing the drop off lane.