Guess what's arriving in my happy little mailbox today?
Yes, I have all the episodes stored on my DVR. What of it? I want the official boxed set. I need the official boxed set. It's my birthday gift to myself. (Indeed, my birthday is stretched out for pretty much the entire month of December. Just giving y'all advanced warning.) See where it says "The Expanded Experience?" I'm all over that, people...all over each second of it. Besides, all those behind-the-scenes bits of deliciousness are worth every penny. And hello...Saywer...shirtless.
I rest my case.
(Congrats, Josh Holloway--he's gonna be a daddy, y'all. But I digress...)
I've been waiting for my show to return since the end of May. THE END OF MAY! I cannot stress how depressing this is. I curl into the fetal position every night and pray, "God, help me through this...You've taught me to wait, You've given me patience...I've held fast. Please give me solace and redemption, in Jesus' Name. Amen."
I'm not kidding. I'll say this now, so that I don't have to mention it again: I do not joke when it comes to Lost. It's a Very Big Deal and Very Serious Business to me.
Have I frightened you away? Or are my fellow Lost-lovers joining this calvary of Lost craziness?
Finally, here's the new promo picture for Season 5. The islanders, as we've never seen them:
Seriously, I get chills every time I look at this. Dang, Juilet is smoking hot, eh? And I must have Sun's boots. Thank you, Kristen, for sending this to me over the weekend. You are the truest of friends. My love for you runs deep and wide, and could very well be categorized as obscene. I'll prove it to you when we're in London. At the pub. With Robert. And his trumpet. Ahem.
*Happy Tuesday, everybody! Go watch Lost!!!