LOST in Addiction

I first started watching LOST over winter break of last year. In dire need of a little rest and relaxation after a taxing freshman year, my sister and I (both normally active and sociable individuals) sat in a state closest to vegetation as I ever hope to come for three entire days. We paused only to return and rent each subsequent disc, driving up to thirty miles at times in pursuit of the next season or to avoid any number of incurred late fees. My introduction to the series, as well as my feelings of self-disgust created by my three-day obsessive TV binge remains quite representative of my love-hate relationship with LOST.