Namaste, Bitches! I've LOST Sleep

(warning: LOST spoilers up through season 4 finale may appear)

Setting: Bed
Time: 8 a.m.

Boyfriend's alarm has gone off three times already.

52 Faces turns to him, the blue glow of the laptop reflected in her glasses.

52 Faces: I have an addiction.
Jifo: I know.

I started watching LOST again on the internet to prepare for the final season. I undertook this endeavour 2 years ago from the pilot, getting to the middle of season 3 before I couldn't handle the mind-games anymore. Get them out of the damn cages already!

Luckily, they did get out of the cages and the plot picked right up. My sleep went right down.

I ended up going to bed that morning at 10:30 a.m. You heard me. I watched LOST for 8 hours straight. Jifo got up, made me breakfast, watched me cry over Desmond and Penny, and then left for work. I fed the dog and, finally, I lost the battle and went to sleep, the laptop on the floor next to me.

I even got Selena, my hipster douchebag of a wife and best friend for life, into the series. Although, being the hipster douchebag she is, she decided to READ detailed episode recaps rather than watch with me. This is the girl who didn't get into Twilight, so don't trust her judgment.

We discovered that one of our friends (if you must know, one of her exes) is also an addict and just bought Season 5 on Blu-ray. He's demanded a viewing party with Dharma Initiative cupcakes. "Namaste, bitches!" read his email.

I pulled another all-nighter yesterday, with Jifo making me breakfast yet again this morning before I finally went to sleep around 8 a.m.

I now understand why Jifo thinks Modern Warfare 2 and the eventual release of Starcraft will get him fired. It's a good thing my work shifts start in the afternoon this week.