Ok, I've succumbed

I'd now like to quote some Bibles verses. You know, the one's where Paul talks about how he always does the things he doesn't want to do? (But I'm gonna do what my mother taught me here, and tell you to go look them up yourselves).

I know, I know. I've made a lot of fun of you TV series whores. Especially the anything mainstream (oh, 24 people, you disgust me).

But I'm here to confess that the very thing I've said I wouldn't do, well, I've gone and done it. And I've got it bad.

I just can't stop watching LOST.

And the dreams, the dreams are horrible. If you watch it (come on, you know you do), you know what I mean. Maybe it's just because I have a rather active imagination, but all I dream in now are extensive LOST plots. It's getting ridiculous. And, a little scary too. You know the ones where Claire wakes up screaming. Yes, my friend, that was like 6 times for me last night. Damn active imagination. Damn obsession with t.v. programs and an inability to stop watching multiple episodes right before bed.

Polar bears, leave me alone!