I sure am

There is so much to be said for traditions. There's safety. There's reliance. There's comfort.

There's dinner at Ryan and Pong's. There's a good appetizer, a stellar dinner, and a deliciously satisfying dessert (even if it's only an ice cream sandwich).

There's LOST. I can always rely on that show to screw me up for days. The writers have me twisted like a jumbo pretzel. Are we in a flashback or a flashforward? I thought Libby was dead! Is Locke a good guy or a bad guy? Is Michael brainwashed? Why doesn't Hurley lose any weight? Why has Walt aged 5 years in 100 days?

The only thing I know is that I know nothing. I'll watch now, collect my questions in my thoughts, then rent all seven seasons, pull a Howard Hughes, and watch it for nine days straight.

Sorry to pull a Doogie Howser-like post here, but I'm spent. That show wiped me out.

Until...