|So, like, what was that smoke monster again?|
I don't mean broad enigmas like "Where is Jimmy Hoffa buried?" or "What the hell was Lost really about?"; I'm blogging about dilemmas of a personal nature, like:
- How different would my life had been if I'd accepted that job in Chicago?
- Why did Grace really break up with me?
- Why does my physical appearance resemble that of "Uncle" Fred more than of my father?