Dammit, Mom.

It's almost three in the morning, and I'm finishing up an essay instead of sleeping. And do you know whose fault is is? That's right, yours! It's your fault! I could have done it yesterday, but I was watching 'Lost' instead, because you had to go and recommend it and send me the first season on DVD and get me all nice and addicted, presumably as a part of some insidious plot to kill me or steal my massive fortune or whatever it is you were intending to do. Well it's not going to work, hear! I can quit any time I want to!

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Okay, just one more episode so I can see what Hurley's up to, and then I'm done!

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Dammit!