Lost Without You

DO NOT TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED ON LOST. We haven’t watched it yet. I’ve been very careful all day to not listen to conversations, to avoid message boards and to shut my ears on the train.

I actually went out on a Wednesday night with my girlfriend. We did something not cultural (me beers, she wine) and then did something almost cultural (listened to funny writers read their pieces while having to do shots).

So I missed Wednesday night television, which I understand is a sacrilege.

I guess ANTM was a clip show last night, so that was fine for me to miss.

Top Chef? Big deal, no ones gabbing about that today, I can watch that later.

But whatever the hell happened on Lost last night has people talking and the LAST THING I want right now is to know what happened.

Tonight I have plans with John to exercise the dog within an inch of his life, make something incredibly simple for dinner, grab a blanket and my comfy pants and sit our asses down for A TOTALLY unexplored episode of Lost.

Tivo. I love you.