Farewell Lost

I’ll admit it, I’ve been a fan of Lost since the beginning.  Seriously, how could I resist a story with such twists and turns? And the characters! Don’t get me started.  Love them. But, I must admit this last season left me with a new appreciation.  It is the only show on tv that literally put me to sleep.  It was as if my brain couldn’t handle the confusion.  I was out like a baby at every evening viewing attempt (the Housewives of New Jersey doesn’t do that to me!).  Even last night at the two and a half hour finale- conked on the sofa. Let me just get this straight- I am not a natural sleeper.  I need work.  Melatonin.  Herbal tea.  A fan.  It doesn’t come natural.  So, Lost…

Thank goodness for the DVR.  I did, naturally, just watch the end.  Now, I’ve heard the bellyachers out there.  It worked for me. It really did. Of course they were dead. They hinted about it all along and at the end, well, they all seemed happy.  Nothing wrong with that.

About julietruekingsley

Crazed writer living on the coast of Maine! Attempting to blog daily in fifteen minutes or less.
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2 Responses to Farewell Lost

  1. Danielle says:

    Julie, I couldn’t agree more about LOST! I have felt that way about every episode. I ask Brett every morning after we have watched… “so, what happened last night?” Never fails…
    Love the blog, I am excited to follow! Miss you. We must get together this summer. I plan to make a few trips up your way. Promise!

  2. Danielle, I know! Lost just killed me last season. How’d you find the blog?

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