long and useless

In a few hours, I'll be getting my copy and finally finding out what the frigg is going to happen. I'm starting to think it's going to be an anti-climax, what with the way I've been building this up for myself and wondering all the will-bes and maybes. On the other hand, it could also be spectacularly fantastic and I'd be beating myself for ever having reservations. Either way... CRUSHING EMOTIONS!

Though, at one point, I thought I was hallucinating the first chapter and it turned out to be me staring at my TV too long. Three movies tonight while I baked cookies and pretended to not care about Harry Potter.

Oh, my head. Bed.

It's kinda like that feeling when I was waiting for the last chapter of Fruits Basket and it kept not being the last chapter and with piece, the anticipation grew worse and worse. By the time it was the end, I was just relieved there were no major blood being spilled. Wait a minute, I'm comparing FB with HP? JEEZ I NEED SOME SLEEP.

Dear Postman:

Wake me loud and wide for the book!