Kill your Television

ABC is going to kill me. More specifically, this Lost business is going to be the death of me. I gather that, since I don't understand a fucking thing that happened on this show last night (except that they were speaking english, and seemed humanoid), this isn't Lost's First Rodeo. So I need to rent some previous seasons, stat; so I've got that.

And THEN (in singsong voice) there's the little problem that whatever happend last night on Lost apparently got everyone so worked up that they needed a drink afterwards. This wouldn't have been a problem, since I was busting arse and taking names on the pool table, except that going to sleep at 3 on a weekday kinda messes with my...let's say...buoyancy. I definitly feel un-buoyant today.

And there was this commercial for this Grey's Anatomy thing with this completely hotlips Doctor character. I suddenly need TV, or my fantasies are going to continue to suck.