I once was Lost...

Wednesday night. Phone Rings. I run to get it. I miss the call...as usual.

Voice message: "O.M.G. (each letter said in slight pause)! They just killed Sayid, Jin, and Bernard! This is M by the way."

Knowing exactly what she was talking about, I searched for the remote. I found it lodged between my ass and the couch cushion and immediately turned it to ABC and waited for Lost to return from commercial break.

I had given up watching Lost after the first 2 episodes of the season. I couldn’t keep up with the water cooler chatter Thursday morning at work. The show became dull… and bizarre…and…well, I was well… LOST! But, hearing the frantic blurb from M (my 15 year old cousin who just got a new RAZR phone which she puts to good use texting and sending picture mail and hysterical messages) brought me back to that beach with the deserted pals I had deserted weeks ago. Why the panic? Why did I care? I am not sure.

I ended up watching ‘til the end.

If you don’t give a crap If you don't watch, you won’t really care about this next piece of info. Sayid, Jin and Bernard did not die. Charlie died last night. He drowned in an underwater hatch after scrawling a message of warning on his palm. He is now resting with the fishes with ink all over his hand. Well, maybe the ink has washed off now, being in the water and all.

I loved Charlie. Crooked mouth. Accent. Scruffiness.

R.I.P. you brave, once-drug-addicted-cutie.

That night, I also said goodbye to American Idol with much relief. I enjoyed this season, but I felt a slave to its power every Tuesday and Wednesday. That got me thinking about the many programs I watch and how I am relieved their season finales have all aired. I can actually emerge from my apartment during the hours between 7-10pm once again. It will take some time for my eyes to adjust, but I think it will be good.

There must be a twelve step program for T.V. addiction. There must be some type of support group that meets every Friday night (the only night of crap T.V.) with punch and cookies.

"Hello, my name is Stuff and I am addicted to T.V. It has been 2 days since my last viewing."

"Hi Stuff."

I at least have the summer to try to get over my addiction and maybe quit cold turkey come the Fall.

DAMN…. I forgot about the drug called Studio 60… it is returning (wahoo). I will have to get a patch or something, cuz I ain’t gonna’ miss this one!

Cuz? Ain’t? Gonna? T.V. rots the brain. Sorry, Miss Garnett.