I’ve been coughing all night. Not a wink of sleep for two nights. Every twenty seconds (I timed it), a violent cough. The kind I had when I was staying with
Cowboy Ron brought me a ton of DVDs to watch. He rules. Those DVDs include the first two seasons of Lost.
Watching the first couple of episodes, I was intrigued. But then, something happened that knocked my friggin’ head off. I mean, really. Something that just plowed me down. No mercy. Hammered on me. Kicked my ass and didn’t care what my name was.
Locke wiggled his toes.
I cried like a baby.
From that moment on, the show owns me.