"I come from a land down under... something something Hear the thunder"

At work today a costumer pulls up, I say "hello", he reciprocates, handing me the money, I put the money in the drawer and then say "hello" as I give him his change. He just looked at me with a more than perplexed look on his face. Quickly, he regained composure of his expression, although his face easily betrayed the feelings of laughter and weak pitty being directed my way. I felt like a goldfish or Dori from Finding Ne... And then the gut-bustingly funny rest of the paragraph that was written past this point was unexpectedly deleted. Special thanks to Dell for making a fine product. I was going to rewrite it but instantly lost all enthusiasm with the previous topic at hand (rest assured, I was going somewhere with the finding nemo bit..and there was lip service paid to the childhood memory loss/alzheimer's connection that lied in the wake of my already stated blunder).....and so inspiration can be as fleeting as that kids. Maybe I was being handed a lesson: live in the moment and act on impulse because you never know when you may lose your train of thought and find your self left with a blank slate. Probably not... there's nothing even funny about what I'm saying at this point. On a more serious note...





... I just finished the fourth season of LOST. Sweet mother of Gandhi.

I am a kid in withdrawal. The emptiness I'm feeling at not being able to feed my addiction for never ending, and unexplicably contrived drama , I think, should give me some form of credibility with even the most unruly addicts of the drug culture. Heroin dependency is a serious thing Josh. Well so is Lost. It's like the visual intepretation of crack ( I also think I may be on to uncovering a well kept conspiracy that would lay to rest any disputes about the fact that there are indeed addictive narcotics in every Mcdonald's double cheeseburger- see previous post for further background). I'd gotten so used to there always being another episode to watch online that when I reached the end, the world instantly became a very cold place. Granted, it's not the end of the series, just the season, but still unsettling.

Also, I'm becoming more and more convinced that the writers of Lost secretly own the world's only time machine that they use to jump ahead weeks at a time to see what they've already written, and then return to the present to plan and write accordingly.