Have I ever woken up in the morning and not remembered what I did the night before. Talk about a loaded question, and probably one that's going to get me in trouble with someone ( Read more... )

Meredith was enjoying the unaccostomed freedom of having a few nights off in a row. Her and Sophie had already made more plans then they could possibly get through in just a few days. But it was still fun ( Read more... )

Meredith shut down the computer with a sigh. She'd just finished reading the mountain of links that Dr. Kokoris had sent to her, covering the various surgeries they'd be performing in the coming week. Walking into the kitchen, she opened the refridgerator, looking over the contents, then slammed it shut with a sigh. Retreating to the other side of ( Read more... )

To: L.A. Lady
From: Worn Out Surgeon Date: June 11th, 2006 ( Read more... )

When I woke up the next morning after my rather impromptu move to Chicago... I don't think I had ever felt better ( Read more... )

Meredith leaned against her balcony and looked down at the city, for the moment ignoring the drink in her hand. At the moment, not thinking was her greatest comfort. Without opening it yet, she rolled the glass bottle back and forth over her forehead, enjoying the sensation of the cold. Drawing back slightly, she popped the cap off the bottle and ( Read more... )

Feeling slightly awkward, and extremely unbalanced, Meredith stood outside the door of Lee and Abby's home. After a few seconds of awkward package juggling, she managed to both balance the three boxes she was carrying and ring the doorbell, shifting at the last moment to catch the one on the top before it fell.

Come on Abby, please be home...

Meredith stood outside of Lee's door and knocked softly. She'd been looking forward to talking to him. And eating something other then take-out chinese alone in her apartment. At the first affirmative sound, she stepping into the office.

Hey. I'm here. She smiles. So, how are you?

To: Bobble Dog Man
From: Confused Junior Surgeon Date: May 9, 2006 ( Read more... )

Meredith came back from work, a strange mix of exhausted and wired. She dropped her keys on the table by the door, and carried her bag into her bedroom. Stripping out of her scrubs, she changed into a loose tank top and a pair of shorts. The relaxed clothing that she kept at the back of her closet and rarely wore. After brushing her hair back into ( Read more... )