There is no fear quite like the fear one feels when it's 3 hours after the airing of tonight's episode of
Lost and it's still sitting unwatched on your Tivo and you haven't had a chance to watch it yet and an email from your cousin pops up on your Inbox and you get so far as to read "
What does that mean, 'I have a man on their boat???'" and you know immediately she's talking about tonight's episode of
Lost so all you can do is scream and then smash your laptop shut before you read anything else and you have to put an old episode of
Seinfeld on your television that you Tivo-ed like 2 weeks ago so as to avoid accidentally finding something crucial out from some commercial or entertainment or news channel before Schmoobs finally finishes his goddamn work and you two can finally watch the episode.
*deep breaths*In other news: This last week has proven to be completely exhausting and aggravating, and while I would love love love to spill it out onto this blog, I first have to brainstorm and figure out how to do just so without running the risk of getting fired from my job. Or I will have to see if Blogger will allow for password-protected posts. Until then...
UPDATE: OH MY GOD BEN HAS A MAN ON THEIR BOAT AND WHO THE HELL ARE THE PEOPLE FROM THE HELICOPTER AND WHY DO THEY WANT BEN AND NOW
THE HAITIAN FROM 'HEROES' THE OCEANIC LAWYER FROM HURLEY'S FUTURE IS NOW BEHIND THE FAKE RESCUE MISSION AND SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THE MAYBE-FAKE CORPSES IN THE MAYBE-FAKE PLANE IN THE OCEAN ANSWER MEEEEEE AAAAAUGH.
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