2. Facebook, which uses up my Funny.
3. Unreliable internet connection, due to Trying To Do It Myself, like a schmuck.
4. Mild depression (I'm depressed, in way that still allows me to sing Lionel Ritchie songs in my head, most often addressed to the Snickers ice cream bars in the freezer, or my bed.)
5. Five Seasons of Lost I have to catch up on. I have purpose, and that purpose is to get myself to 2010 so I can make sense of that whole thing. Also, Charlie, and sometimes Jack.
6. Missing camera. I think my camera may have watched that Lifetime movie about the lady who runs away from her abusive husband, only to end up in the same town with a different identity. My camera may be in this house, under the assumed identity of a grillmate. My phone and Lennon's hairbrush are probably planning an escape as we speak. The inanimate objects in my house pretty much hate me.
7. Four Things Prison Inmates Have That I Don't:
A. Yard Time
D. A Story to tell