Dishes, laundry, sleep... and I feel like a real person again.

So it looks like Graham's clever plan to watch the season finale of Lost during a Skype conference call is going to fall through. My schedule didn't really allow for it anyways, but I think the idea is a good one.

Though I should point out that the "fake drinking game that points out common occurences in a broadcast" is, and always has been, super-lame. Now, actually drinking when the president says "Iraq"...

If any Lawrentians or Brainerdites with broadband and a microphone want to watch together either very late on Wednesday, or anytime after 4:30 on Thursday, I'm still game. Skype conference calls are free and easy.

But let me know.

It's not that I don't enjoy, even sometimes prefer, watching Lost in a little cave of silence and darkness — it just feels like this finale is an event. I just might pull out the popcorn for this.