Last night I had two great dreams. In the first one, I played with my baby. It was a boy. Dark hair and dark eyes; just what I thought. In my second dream, I was at a chamorro food buffet and I couldn’t have been happier.
Today I am going to get off my pathetic island butt and make some chamorro food. Wish me luck.
And what else makes me happy? People who are as insane about the show LOST as I am.