Addiction.

My friends praise me for having one of the least addictive personalities they know. If I start doing something enough that people think I'm beginning to be dependent on it, I stop. I smoked cigarettes on occasion for a while, and stopped when I realized my lungs were suffering too much for it. I've shared one or two in the last several months, but only when I'm around a good friend of my who smokes. I drink and then I don't. I have men and then I don't. Those things are not critical. However, I have one weakness: A good story.

So, I have Netflix now, which is a wonderful thing for me. I decided I'd watch the first disc of the first season of Lost. Well, my mom came to pick me up to come to Yukon, and I went out later that night to get disc two and three. And then the next day to get four and five. Then I got sick and I was working for my father, and I couldn't get disc six. So, I watched an episode from season two on TV, which is a bad idea for this show. The next day my brother brings me disc six (he love me.) But that was it. I really need to see the episodes from season two.

This show, y'all, is so much fun. There is always something you don't know, and some things that you do know, but doesn't help you much because the things you don't know can change what you do know dramatically. It reminds me of the first season of Alias in a lot of way. I just hope it doesn't fizzle out as quickly as Alias.

Regardless, I am now suffering from withdrawl. My solution? 24. Season 4 is out on DVD. I don't want to think of a world where I have no good books, television, or movies. I could not live under such circumstances.