The End

So today is the day. The final 2.5 hours of The World's Greatest Television Epic, otherwise known as LOST.

I am officially in mourning already. Wearing my black bikini on the beach. Staring morosely at the waves while the piano theme from LOST plays on a loop in my head for sixteen years the entire day. Drowning my sorrows in circa 1970's Dharma beer a series of margaritas.

I have high hopes for tonight's episode. I am sure it will be the fastest 2.5 hours of television ever. Carlton and Cuse still have a heck of a lot of ground left to cover. In The End I just hope it's satisfying. Please, please, please let it be satisfying.