Dear Journal,

I just resurfaced after being bedridden with the flu for 2 weeks. The "two-weeks flu" of course, is the much less sexy version of the "24-hour flu." The two weeks flu forced me and my girlfriend to watch every episode of Bret Michaels' Rock of Love and Randy Jackson Presents: America's Best Dance Crew. I am confident that I'm officially dumber than I used to be.

We did watch some good things like the entire box set of Freaks and Geeks and repeat viewings of my favorite Talking Heads concert film Stop Making Sense - which eventually started making sense.

Robots love Vermont

So after two weeks, my first venture back into the world was a trip to Middlebury College in Vermont and I made the mistake of listening to my satellite navigation machine for directions. Now, to give you a little background my brother Joe bought me the navigator with my own money and he keeps it at his house, usually in his car. Every time I want to use it I have to pick it up from his house which is difficult because his house is hard to find, so I could really use that navigator I'm going to pick up.

Some wounds never heal... what is 'some wounds never heal.'?

It's the most glamorous night of the year.

The biggest stars are out. The red carpet is laid down. Expensive gowns are zipped up. Tuxedos are donned. And all of Hollywood " and the world - is abuzz at what will happen. You break out the fancy snacks and that good dip that your mom used to make when you had sleepovers. And before it all starts, maybe you even place a bet or two on what will happen.

That's right, it's time to watch Lost!

(Oh yeah, and the Oscars happened.)

Here's what went down this week, in a lab rat maze: