The One Week Countdown Begins

Lost's two-hour season premiere is one week from today. I kicked off the countdown with a dream last night in which I was hanging out with Jack, talking about all sorts of stuff. He also fixed Matilda, who, in the dream, had been bitted by a mean shar-pei just because Tilsy tried to lick his ear. I guess Jack is a spinal surgeon and a vet—quite a talented dude.

Meanwhile, this bullshit quiz tells me I'm Jack, too. Goddammit, I am not Jack!

All right, whatever. I'm Jack. Harrumph. But I'm pretty sure the "too much of an ass" ship sailed a long time ago. I'm made out of ass.

And Jears.

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