February 27th, 2008

me.

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Went to bed immediately after my last post, finished book six of Harry Potter, started book seven, and rolled over to fall asleep shortly thereafter.

It's now 830 pm and I cannot freaking sleep, though I had taken Benedryl with a splash of beer. I couldn't stop sweating (I need to buy a flipping fan - are they even sold in February?) and sniffing and having stupid Potter curses and spells flash through my head. A couple of times, I was almost asleep, and I thought I heard a voice say my name in a commanding manner. After waking up and listening hard, it occurred to me that the voice had been Manager Sean's.

Ugh.

I also felt like poo, and I realized that I haven't had anything to eat other than some girl scout cookies and beer since 9 this morning. So now I am up, taking more Benedryl, and eating toast, while watching Scrubs to try to get the Potter jerk out of my head.

I think I overdid it, really - reading the books every night before bed and watching the movies - Sorcerer's Stone yesterday and Chamber of Secrets today. It didn't help that such PIVOTAL things happened at the end of book six.

Makes me extremely pleased that I refrained from reading any spoilers.

And do NOT even THINK of talking to me about anything in book seven yet. I will kill you.