Well, it's killing me, but I'm going to have to come clean. In my previous post I noted that I was pleased that Lost had finished up its season before I became one of those sad, waif-like creatures desperately searching the web for some guidance, nay some inspired assistance, in navigating the strange and fearsomely fascinating layers of the Lost universe.
I lied. I apparently am neither glad that Lost has ended its season nor am I as free from obsession as I'd like to pretend.
I have just spent the last hour or so on the web reading blogs and following link after link in a futile effort to come to some understanding of Lost and where its headed. Surfing Lost sites when I should have been reading. When I should have been working on handwork. When I should have been doing the dishes. Heck, when I should have been sleeping.
But, there it is. I am a Lostaholic.
Truth can be ugly sometimes.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Dear Mary,
I watched the last episode of Lost so I would have some idea of what people were talking about.
I understand how one can become "interested" in something! I am bird crazy.
Sherry
It's okay, mom. It's amazing what one little TV program can do to a person. You should have seen Bob and I watching Battlestar Galactica. Bouncing up and down on the sofa, booing at the screen, laughing delightedly, gasping, giving each other high fives....
>_>
<_<
^_^
Actually, maybe it's better that you didn't see us.
(Finally posted something new in my blog, btw!)
Post a Comment