Lost...

Mike and I spent about 15 hours over the last weekend glued to my wee laptop watching LOST. Some people have hobbies or do productive things with their lives, but Mike and I are dedicated to supporting Jack, Kate, Sawyer, Locke, and Hurley through this difficult period in their lives. They would do the same for us. Live together or die alone. We're convinced they can hear our advice screamed at them, resounding through our dark, empty apartment. (I'm not going to lie, sometimes they take our advice...so...you tell me...the island has magical powers...). We finished season three sometime on Sunday night, after which I felt completely anxious and depressed, actually worried about our island survivors. I still find myself lost in thought at my keyboard (pun intended) trying to work out the conundrums, wondering if they are okay, wherever they may be in the unreachable regions of Season Four (to which we have no access). I told Mike on Sunday night that we might look into other hobbies. He answered, "Well, yeah...there's always Seinfield or Friends..."