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.
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.