Lost: Chronicles of the Perpetually Confused

So I'm about halfway through Season 4, and I am way beyond confused. Every time I think they've reached the height of how much crack the writers can smoke, they turn around and do something even more screwed up.

At this point, I'm just praying that it'll start making sense again in Season 5. I'm just scratching my head constantly now. There are at least three different groups in play now, possibly four, everyone is on different sides and shifts alliances so readily that I can't begin to keep track, and on top of it all now it's impossible to tell what's a flashback and what's a flash-forward.

AUGH!

Another update about nothing

Getting up at a decent hour this morning was yet again a bust. Oh well. Turns out that if I don't have somewhere pressing to be I can't drag myself out of bed. Didn't help that I was sleeping off yesterday's migraine. At least I haven't had that many migraines lately. I think I've had maybe three in the last year, which is pretty good given that I used to have them five or six times a month.

Today is a day of not much. I am going to take the morning "off," and finish up the fourth season of Lost, which should free me up afterward for things that aren't obsessive TV-watching. Sheesh. At least there are only about four episodes left.

I am a little embarrassed to admit that the early life on the Lost island seems pretty sweet. I mean, few utilities, nice weather, reasonable amounts of food, and mostly-friendly company? No schedule to keep, no job to go to, nothing to do except lie on the beach, go swimming, occasionally hunt and gather food? Sounds pretty nice. Of course, the subsequent war with the natives puts a crimp in things, but hey.

I'm using my old "rabbit poker" icon, which karine made for me back in the day. Yay for LJ giving me a whole bunch of icon slots!

Bonuses of Mercury Retrograde

So I just got an accidental call from bodhifox, who was apparently trying to call his father. Bonus! We had a nice chat, and now I feel better about having to go into work.

Once I get my finances sorted out, I am thinking of getting some nice stationary and maybe trying to start a letter-writing thing. Anyone out there want to do the letter thing? I'm not sure how that's supposed to work in this day of instant communication (what does one talk about in a letter which isn't covered by LJ entries and email? ;) ), but I'm thinking that it would be a nice change of pace.

maya_banana has found some semi-private knitting lessons at Ariadne Knits, which sounds like fun if I can ever get away from work again. :P

We've lost another guy at work: his wife gave birth early, and so now he's on paternity leave for the next little while. As far as everyone knows both mother and baby are fine, but it means we're another man short for the nonce. That means I might be drafted for more overtime, possibly even this weekend. Bleah.

I am surrounded by sleeping kittens. One of them is on my shoulder (well, given that it's Pan-Pan, he's partially on my shoulder, since I can't really carry 18lbs of cat on my shoulders), and life is good.

Son of the Revenge of the Overtime Fairy

Guess who just got their weekend screwed over?