Technically our LOST finale party isn't until tomorrow night, but Brianne invited me and Luke over to watch it tonight if we wanted. We did want, and maybe Luke went, but I ended up sorting shelves in the Sunday school closet instead. While the rest of the world is in shock and awe (I hope) over the show's revelations, the most exciting discovery of my night was finding a package of shrinky-dink left over from last summer. I can deal with that. Just so long as my face looks like this when I finally see the finale.

EDIT 5/24: Nope. My LOST finale face was, overall, much closer to this.

Except, you know, with the TV instead of a dress.
Maybe I would have been happier with the dress.