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if i were stranded on a desert island and could only bring one tv show along to watch, it would be lost

I’ve been in a fugue state of semi-functioning delirium for the last two weeks due to a nasty cold. I’ve gone to the Real Job a couple of days here and there and managed to do a little socializing last weekend, but other than that, I haven’t paid bills, been on the computer, washed dishes, bought groceries….nothing. Just sat around coughing and wheezing, napped some and watched TV….lots of TV.

I’m officially addicted to Lost and I don’t care who knows it. I didn’t watch Lost when it premiered a few years ago and never felt comfortable diving in mid-season. (My OCD compels me to either watch from the beginning or not at all.)

The Husband borrowed Season One of Lost from The Sister-In-Law to keep me entertained while I was home sick. I love that man.

I started Season One last week and as of today I have two episodes of Season Two left. I’m sending The Husband over to The Sister-In-Law’s house today to take Season Three — not borrow, but take by whatever means necessary because I need to know what happens next on the island — for me to watch this weekend.

Lost is a twisted, bizarre, compelling, unusual, outrageous, mind**** of a TV show. J.J. Abrams is either insane or a genius…or possibly both.

Hope I enjoy it as much without the cold medicine.