Lost weekend.

I stopped watching the television series, Lost, after season one, but took it up again when it began this season. Mostly, I've been really confused and a gigantic pain in the ass to anyone who happened to be watching with me. Too many questions, I'm guessing. I was told to watch the other two seasons or shut the hell up.

Thanks to my boss, who loaned me her copy of the second season, I spent a large portion of my weekend on the couch/chair/floor, catching up. It's both exhilarating and exhausting to watch an entire season of any television show in one weekend. You gotta commit.

It's also difficult to watch previous episodes of any series at the same time you've been watching current episodes, but in a series that relies as heavily on flashbacks and flash-forwards as does this one, it's particularly confusing.

And, I've discovered, more than just a little bit dangerous. Twice on Sunday, I almost violated the space/time continuum, and had to back silently out of the room after leaving for snacks and returning to find myself already there.