I've been distracted lately. Not making many blog posts. Not spending much time on-line. Not reading much. Not keeping up with yard work. Or housework. I've been struggling with an addiction. But I think I've got it under control.
I don't watch much television. True, it's not so long ago that I lived for Battlestar Galactica on Fridays. But those days are gone. Recently, my viewing has consisted of the 6 o'clock news and Coronation Street. And I'll sometimes stop by to see who George is chatting with on The Hour. But that's it.
But then one day, I was listening to a favourite podcast and amongst the chatter, the subject of Lost came up. This is a show I had never seen. Partly because of the aforementioned lack of television watching and partly because I understood it to be the sort of series you can't just weave in and out of. You have to have been there from Day One. So I thought, why not. Most of the series is on DVD. I could start at the beginning. Perhaps watch an episode or two a week and have caught up on the plot by the time the final season arrived in 2010.
Serious mistake.
Because, much like potato chips, you can't have just one. With four episodes on each disc, my planned one or two a week quickly became two or three a day. And no sooner did I finish one disc than I found myself at Blockbuster renting the next one. Yes, it is truly an insidious addiction. I had to have more. I had to know. What is the smoke monster? Who are The Others? Why is Hurley not losing weight? I no longer worry about watching every episode before 2010. I'm approaching the end of Season 3. I'll have seen them all before the end of June.
But I'm confident that I now have it under control. I've begun to pace myself. To force myself to do something else. Anything else. And so far it's working. I will not be visiting Blockbuster today. Really.
But if I contemplate carving Hurley's face into a pumpkin, I'll know I've passed the point of no return.
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