Oceanic Airlines delays my writing

Lost was one of the many popular shows on television I didn’t want to watch. Not that I thought it would be bad, but mostly because I limit myself to how many shows I will follow to around four at a time. Even that number seems high to me.

However, my wife recently started watching the show from the beginning, courtesy of Netflix and after three weeks has caught up. During this time I would try not to look, focusing on the internet forums in front of me or playing a game on my laptop. However, this all proves futile when living in a one bedroom condo.

I’m good about picking up on story lines, and though I had tried to block out most of the images and sounds, I was able to grasp what was going on pretty quickly, even reminding my wife of scenes she had forgotten. So now it’s on the final season and we finished episode four last night and I still think that these characters are all just so fucked, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m watching each episode of this season.

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