Good, long and creative day. I was able to get some photographs from my new series (posted on the art studio) printed out and matted. Soon enough I will be decorating my new apartment. Also did some drawing, a tad bit o' writing, and now back to reading.

I think those who know me would be slightly amazed that I didn't watch a single episode of LOST.

YET.

And that is a big, fat YET because this day is not over and I'm starting to feel the slight twing of withdrawl. I missed the last half of the third season and what I missed out on became extremely obvious, and annoying, as I watched the fourth season. This is not a show you can just skip one week, nevermind an entire half of the season, and expect to understand what is going on in the next week.

What I haven't done, and vow NOT to do, is get involved in all the websites and blogs that discuss the show. I want to figure it all out for myself.

The subject of LOST came up as I was getting all the needles and iv put in my arms last Thursday and one of the nurses asked what I thought. In my half-dazed state of mind, I replied, "It's one big psychological experiment on the human soul." Yes, many chuckles followed. I'm not obsessed, I tell you. I'm not. Or at least not as obsessed, YET, as I was with Alias.

Now, with all this writing about the show, I feel a serious need to go finish watching the third season.