Lost (Sleep)

I'm tired. So tired, I can't write any of the fabulous posts I have in mind. (You're dying to read them. I know. I can picture you all out there, gathered around your computer screens, breathless with anticipation, hitting refresh over and over again, muttering to yourselves, "But when will MPJ post?!")

Now, I could blame my current sleep deprived state (and subsequent inability to write a substantive post) on my kids. (And we all know that research would back me up on that.) But the truth is that even after I get the kids to sleep, I'm staying up well beyond my bedtime, powerless over Lost.

I don't know why I've never watched it, but I haven't, until last week. Since summer TV is slow and since my husband and I enjoy snuggling on the couch and watching something before bed and since we'd heard good things about the show, Mark decided to rent the first season of Lost on DVD. The problem is, we haven't been able to limit ourselves to just one episode a night. We'll watch one more and one more and then stagger around like zombies the next day.

Most of the characters are cheesy. Most of them have silly back stories. But there's a monster on the island, people. And it makes scary rumbling sounds. And there's creepy music. And also an addict (although he isn't very believable). And there's a woman who so obviously has never been pregnant playing a pregnant woman. (That's always fun.) Somehow it's all very compelling. And keeping me up until after midnight giggling with my husband about the fake pregnancy and then shrieking and clutching him closer when the soundtrack gets spooky. No wonder I can't stop watching.