What an episode last night.

So Libby . . . is she a goner or not? In the previews for next week, they showed Jack saying, “She’s dead.” He didn’t say, “They’re dead.” By having Libby holding those blankets in front of her the way she was, I’m thinking maybe she was carrying a tray or plates or something that deflected the bullets.

I hated to see Ana-Lucia go. Hers was an interesting character, especially the connection they revealed last night between her and Jack’s father. Speaking of that — Jack’s dad has a daughter in Australia? Could Claire be his daughter? The woman he tangled with at the door looked too young to be Claire’s mom to me, but I really didn’t get that good a look.

The whole Michael-The-Mole thing wasn’t all that surprising, but maybe that’s just me. I’ve never liked his character. From the moment he turned up again, I had a feeling he’d made some kind of deal to get Walt back.

I’m starting to think there might be two other groups on the island–maybe the group of Dharma researchers (the ones who needed the disguises) and the “dirty people,” who they did their original experiments on.

Doesn’t anyone who comes here watch LOST? I feel like I’m talking to myself.

I’ve had my share of fortune cookies that were vague or profound or obvious, but this is the first time I’ve had one be insulting . . .

This is one of those days when the absence of Delish half a block away is almost . . . painful. Excuse the melodrama, but it’s so ugly outside. Threatening rain. What I wouldn’t give for a turkey-bacon wrap or some chicken satay. Instead, it looks like I’ll be spinning the wheel on one of the paper’s vending machines and try to pick the lesser of many evils.