Lost
This is how much I love you. Tonight is the season premiere of the last season of Lost and I’m keeping the restaurant open, which means that I won’t be able to watch Lost until this weekend when I have time off.
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Lost is the only thing I get excited about anymore. The one TV show that I look forward to, the bright spot in my life which is all too often an unending string of chores, emergencies and disasters. I wanted to be closed tonight, but I have an obligation to my customers, and to my staff, and mew mew mew. So when you look up and see me plating your gnocchi in the kitchen you’re not looking at the chef and owner of Dirt Candy, you’re looking at the girl who gave up Lost for you.
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So be kind. Do not talk about Lost, refer to Lost, mention characters from Lost or speculate about future plotlines on Lost when you eat at Dirt Candy this week. I need a special kind of understanding this week until I can get my fix on Sunday.
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