LOST is the most ridiculously addictive television series ever.

Hasbro Online has Wave Two for sale — Colonial One, The Raptor, and the Viper Mark VII. Get ‘em quick, if you’re interested.

I’m watching CNN Wolf Blitzer — is it just me, or did Chris Dodd just say he was running for president?

(I’ve heard speculation that he would run, but this is the first time I’ve actually heard him actually say anything about it in an exchange that had Wolf ask him, “It sounds like you’re running for president!” and Dodd respond, “It sure does.”)

I spent most of the last few days cramming for my Folklore test — I’m pretty confident about it, but I’m going to go over my flashcards a few more times between now and Tuesday, plus re-read a few of the essays in the Brunvand book. My kitchen sink overflowed again — thankfully, it stayed in the basin, but it looks like drain-o didn’t do the trick, so I’m going to have to call the service fuckers out again so that they can not fix it. I spent some time tonight cleaning my apartment — the kitchen’s gorgeous. The rest of the place, eh, not so much. (But better).

Tomorrow afternoon I’m heading to Butcher’s Hill to visit my friend Lisa, who just bought a place down there. I don’t know how long its been since I’ve seen her — at least a year, maybe two, and this is just criminal negligence considering how close we live to each other (and now we live closer!). Suffice to say, I’m excited to see her.

Tomorrow is also the first Sunday I’ve had off work in, I’m certain, over a year. I was going to work the afternoon and visit Lisa in the evening, but got someone to cover my shift. I can use the break, and I’ll certainly enjoy spending more time relaxing with old friends.

Speaking of old friends … having combed MySpace for lost high- and middle-school classmates, I started looking up my classmates from the Catholic school I attended until sixth grade (and I found a couple*!). It’s weird how you don’t think about a group of people for years on end, and then all of a sudden you remember how much they meant to you, and you wonder — or at least I did — “How could I just let them slip away like that?” Well. You live, you learn. (Who would’ve thought so many of those girls would turn out to be so hot?) It’s weird — because while I can still remember so many faces, the names come in fragments. Over the last week, I’ve remembered not quite a third of them — (first and last) — and a few of those only because other classmates reminded me of their names. Anyway. Next time I’m at my parents’ house I’m going to dig up my old yearbooks so I can remember everyone’s name and try to locate all of them on MySpace (or as many as I can).

*Oddly, of all of my former elementary school classmates I’ve found so far, I’m the only one who is an athiest!