YAY, today!!!!!

This is what happens when I suffer a no-squee day the day before New Lost:

1. I sleep 'til 1 p.m. on Lost Day because I'm busy dreaming (for hours and hours!) about being on the island. GO, my subconscious, for giving me a night/morning of running around with Jack trying to rescue Sawyer (he was kidnapped by Insane Baby-Makers, more on that in a minute); swimming in the ocean with Shannon (on yet another mission to rescue Sawyer, go figure); creeeeeeeeeepy visions of following Walt and the kid from Whisper through a deserted NYC-type landscape (who KNEW they had *that* on Craphole Island?); finally finding Sawyer being held hostage in a basement with a hoarde of kids -- they were all playing "Mother May I" and Sawyer was wearing (get ready for it) fuzzy yellow footie pajamas! He actually seemed quite happy. Though later he showed his gratitude toward me, not in the BEST of all possible ways (which was why I kept making myself stay asleep, waiting for the payoff I knew I deserved, *ahem*) but by giving me a million dollars he'd conned from the Others and telling me to use it for a trip to Hawaii. Analyze THAT one, Freud! or anyone else who wants to try. :)

2. The gods bless me with posts like this on my flist (caution: spoilery for tonight's and later eps). (courtesy of whatismuch at everything_jh)

3. For good measure, I guess, the gods also punish me for my lack of squee by disappearing my header. Man, that's HARSH. Gimme my JOSH back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ETA: The gods heard and relented, and Josh is rescued yet again.) :)

4. Now I am full of squeeeeeee for NEW LOST DAY!

Lost 4.02 (spoilers, of course)

( So, sue me! ;) )