I once was found, but now I'm Lost.

I've been watching a lot of Lost lately. And I mean, A LOT.

Laura flies into the States tomorrow morning, and I'm supposed to be done with every episode of the show except the last two. Easy task, right?

Not so much, especially when you have to cram six seasons into about a month. Let's do the math. That's 119 episodes running around 43 minutes each. That's 5,117 minutes to spend watching Lost. Divide that by 31 days and we find that I should have been devoting 165 minutes of every day this past month to watching Lost. But I haven't been sticking to that completely.

And because of that, I woke up this morning with a day to spare, and an entire season to get through before Laura gets here tomorrow morning. So, I've been watching a lot of Lost today. And I mean, A LOT - basically the entirety of season 6.  In fact, I am watching Lost as I write this post.

So, why post this?  Just as a precursor to my next post.  There's more - I promise.  And it's for Lost fans. (Not a fan?  You're just lying to yourself.  We are all Lost (by nature).  Ever heard of the depravity of man?  Well, it's kind of like that.  Well, sort of.)