Something about the beach

Perhaps it's the air, perhaps it's the proximity of ice-cream. There's something about the beach that makes me feel hopeful. This is Cape May, NJ.

Get lost

"Lost" seems to a theme this weekend. This time I'm not talking about TV, I'm talking about me. Sometimes I just want to pack up and go. Anywhere, as long as I'm not found unless I want to be. I am so tired of being responsible for everyone else. For our relationship, for the domestic errands, for keeping things tidy, for having to give up my spare room - and my personal time - for family members who feel entitled. Remember Obligated? A studio flat is looking more and more appealing.

Lost the Plot

The first season of Lost had me on the edge of my seat, every Wednesday night. Loved talking about it, loved trying to figure out what the hell was going on...Season 2 leaves me in a quandary. If you'd have asked me 4 episodes ago what my current favourite show was, I'd have said Lost, hands down no debate. Now I feel like they're taking the mickey. How much longer do we have to take three steps back (flashbacks) but only move two steps forward (jungle chases and whispers). They're having a laugh. Nowadays if you ask me, I'd probably say give me Prison Break any night of the week. Yes, it's decided, my allegiance has shifted quite firmly to Monday nights.