In two short weeks (Thursday January 31st) a major event will be happening. Lost will finally return after nearly nine months. I could have had a Lost baby by now. Of course, this won't compare to my time away from my darling Jack Bauer which hopefully won't be too much longer. My heart aches just thinking about my Jack.
Anyway, on to another Jack. I've seen a bunch of promos for the new season and there's even a video diary of one of the castaways' boyfriend, who wasn't on the flight but is looking into what could have happened. Kinda like Penny maybe, but not as interesting. I'm not sure I want to watch it, the boyfriend's diary I mean. I don't know why. This whole them getting rescued thing has me feeling a little woozy. Not that I think they're getting rescued, and not that I wanted them to be hopeless the whole series, but still, I'm not good with change.
One of two things will happen. With the death of Charlie (yawn), Locke going AWOL, the people coming to rescue them and Jack's end of the season flash FORWARD, it will either be so amazing I'm going to strip off all my clothes and run down Hollywood Blvd. yelling at the top of my lungs how much I love the show or I'll shoot myself in the foot and demand they send me to a hospital without a television because I'll be so depressed it went so wrong.
Maybe I'll settle for something in the middle. But like all blind dates (at least the ones I've had) what will probably happen is I'll get all excited about it and then when it actually happens I'll be let down and then have to pay for dinner. Let's hope not.
