For no particular reason, ayer ni siquiera sali del departamento. It was kinda like "the hatch experience". But today I realized that:
a)No matter how hard I work on my scottish accent, I will never be like Desmond
b)Pennelope Widmore is not and will never be my girlfriend (yeah, face it buddy)
c)No-one is parachutting food and supplies for me to take.
So, time to get my shit toghether, gonna buy food and do other stuff
C-ya!!
