Lois is such a prude. It is breaking my heart that Clark has to sleep upstairs in the attic. I understand the whole space/privacy/issues of marriage thing, but 'cmon the dude is dying. At least give him his bed so if he needs to toss his cookies he can be in a more amorable position to run for the loo; I can see him now falling down the spiral staircase. I can understand her hesiation, but the whole illness thing changes everything. I know Lois has more sence, compasion and logistics in her head somewhere.
The attic sounds cool. I'll go sleep there.
Lois is too wrapped into herself. Boy is she learning a lot about herself. She needs to act less irratic mad dog lane and more level headed. She *agreed* to the situation - she needs to deal w/ it in a mature fashion.
I can hardly wait to see how this goes. Please mooooooooooooore. I want to see how the hottest team in town survives this one.
