Dexter has officially jumped the shark. Nobody knows what the heck they are doing anymore. It's like aliens have invaded the bodies of the characters. Dexter's behavior is off the charts that it's just a joke. So he is lying in bed contemplating love with this new girl killer. So he's going to take this killer home to meet Harrison and take her to the office Christmas party? It's so bizarre that I don't even find it amusing anymore. I try to forget about the old show. It's not the real Dexter anymore.
I guess the show has joined the ranks of other great tv shows that went WAAAAY down hill in their final seasons. The writers 8uck and have apparently just given up. Still, I'll hang in there. I have to support Michael C. Hall. Did I mention he is from my hometown of Raleigh, NC. He grew up here and still has family here. (I know, I've probably posted that information about a dozen times. Forgive me. lol)