OK, I get it. I'm watching too much TV. No More TiVo'd Idol. No more old episodes of Lost on my laptop in the wee hours of the morning.
I awoke with a start after dreaming about buying life insurance from Ryan Seacrest out of an October 2004 Vogue magazine. I then somehow ended up on the Lost island. There were cages that I thought looked just perfect for making a daycare, but no one would go near them because of all the wild animals. I had to take a weed wacker to the jungle and take care of the animals, but I got the daycare started... (in the cages... I have no idea what psychological meaning this has, but I'm sure it means something and don't even mention that one of my children is living under my stairs or I swear Rebecca B is going to drive here from Washington and take Justine from me...)
OK maybe just a few episodes of Lost per week to slowly wean down my obsession...?