I'm Addicted to Crack

Not really, but I'm starting to suspect I could become addicted to crack. They--does anyone know who "they" really is?--say certain people have "addictive personalities," and that people who do can become addicted to almost anything that presents itself. So that makes it sound like if I can form one addiction, then I can easily form another.

I'm addicted to Lost. The television show about all those people who crashed on an island. It's 8:40 right now, and I refuse to move from the couch because I don't want to get distracted and miss the beginning of the new episode at 9:00. In fact, it's even worse than that. I'm watching last week's episode for the third time hoping to learn something new. Because that's all I have. I'm like a nicotine addict digging through an old ashtray looking for that one last bit of tobacco still clinging to a mushed, lipstick-stained cigarette butt. And nothing annoys me more right now than when I tell someone about my Lost problem and they respond with, "Oh. I don't watch television." I mean, just who the hell do these people that don't watch television think they are? Honestly! What, they think they are better than the rest of us? Smarter? More productive? There's no merit badge for being disconnected from popular culture, ya know!

Boy, do I sound grumpy! I'll feel better after I get my fix.