I did it. I'm on the wagon.

Or, I'm off the bandwagon or whatever - there's no actual wagon involved. I stopped watching "Lost."

After last season's disappointing stories, and the craptacularly boring mess that was the beginning of season 3, I started to ask myself why I tune in every week. Sure, the writers, who realize their show has lost whatever magic it had in the first season, keep promising that questions will be answered and loose ends will tied up. But for every question they answer, they bring up 4 more.

ABC, realizing they were losing viewers, even tried to make amends for their stupid 1-new-episode-then-3-repeats-in-a-row schedule by playing sixteen uninterrupted new episodes. Unfortunately, they're on at 10 p.m. now, instead of 9 p.m., when old, tired, TiVO-less people like me want to be asleep.

But I hung in there for awhile. Gave it a chance. Mostly because I was scared if I didn't, I'd miss something good. After the useless "Hurley finds a bus" episode, however, I finally had enough. I did not watch last week's episode, and I did not watch last night's. I am done with "Lost."

Don't try to reel me back in! I don't care what Locke is doing, or Desmond, or even the mysterious smoke monster. I am free, people, and it is glorious - you should join me. If Britney can do more than a week in rehab, you can get the monkey that is "Lost" off your back, as well.

I believe in you. I believe in you.