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OH MY GOD EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AT ONCE. Just thinking about my agenda for the next two days makes me want to go to bed. Let me walk you through it.
5:15 tomorrow morning - Alarm goes off.
5:30 to 6:25 - I get up, check my e-mail and friendslist and suchlike, do the usual morning stuff, wander out the door, hit Starbucks, and get to the bus stop in time to wait five minutes for the bus. I have this down to a science by now.
7:00 to 3:00 - Spend eight hours listening to my soul die slowly as I wait on customers and try not to beat the particularly stupid/assy ones over the head with a carton of Marlboro Lights.
3:05 - bolt out door to bus stop. I will wait for the bus for anywhere from five to fifteen minutes, even though according to the schedule I should wait ten. Long live Metro and its breathtaking efficiency!
3:40ish, give or take - Arrive panting at Nickelodeon Cinemas and ask hopefully if there are any tickets left for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think my odds are good at such a random showtime, even on opening day, so:
3:40 to, I don't know, 6:00ish - Watch movie. Be either ecstatic that the expectations I have held for two years are being met and exceeded, or crushed that the fear struck into me by the most recent trailer is being realized.
6:00ish to 7:05 - Attempt to get home, make dinner, and post about movie before the Red Sox/Yankees game begins.
10:30ish - finish cheering or groaning over game. Call![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
comme_un_buddha. Make roundup post while I wait for her.
11:00ish - Betsey arrives and we go to Waldenbooks.
MIDNIGHT - Claim my copy of Half-Blood Prince. Probably also perform the Dance of OMG YAY.
Rest of night while normal people are sleeping to ohmygod!thirty: READ. AND READ. AND POP EYEBALLS BACK INTO SOCKETS. AND BREW COFFEE. AND READ MORE.
10:00amish, give or take whether or not I give up and fall asleep much earlier, to 12:30 or so: Finish book. (No, really. I finished OotP after reading for eleven hours straight.) Emerge exhausted and fuzzy-brained. Attempt to nap a bit. Probably fail, since I cannot sleep during the day no matter how tired I am.
1:05: Watch Red Sox/Yankees game. Probably stare blankly a lot and try to figure out which Yankee is which Death Eater and which Red Sock is which member of the Order.
4:30ish - Die.
They couldn't have spaced this shit out a little more? Are they trying to kill me?
Now if you'll excuse me, my schedule before tonight's game consists of making an early dinner, trying to figure out whether Red Sox/Yankees or a Bonderman start should take priority (yes, yes, I KNOW, and the Tigers are playing the friggin' Royals, for heaven's sake, like whoopee, but, BONDO), and making good on certain promises to suck less at RP.
5:15 tomorrow morning - Alarm goes off.
5:30 to 6:25 - I get up, check my e-mail and friendslist and suchlike, do the usual morning stuff, wander out the door, hit Starbucks, and get to the bus stop in time to wait five minutes for the bus. I have this down to a science by now.
7:00 to 3:00 - Spend eight hours listening to my soul die slowly as I wait on customers and try not to beat the particularly stupid/assy ones over the head with a carton of Marlboro Lights.
3:05 - bolt out door to bus stop. I will wait for the bus for anywhere from five to fifteen minutes, even though according to the schedule I should wait ten. Long live Metro and its breathtaking efficiency!
3:40ish, give or take - Arrive panting at Nickelodeon Cinemas and ask hopefully if there are any tickets left for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I think my odds are good at such a random showtime, even on opening day, so:
3:40 to, I don't know, 6:00ish - Watch movie. Be either ecstatic that the expectations I have held for two years are being met and exceeded, or crushed that the fear struck into me by the most recent trailer is being realized.
6:00ish to 7:05 - Attempt to get home, make dinner, and post about movie before the Red Sox/Yankees game begins.
10:30ish - finish cheering or groaning over game. Call
comme_un_buddha. Make roundup post while I wait for her.11:00ish - Betsey arrives and we go to Waldenbooks.
MIDNIGHT - Claim my copy of Half-Blood Prince. Probably also perform the Dance of OMG YAY.
Rest of night while normal people are sleeping to ohmygod!thirty: READ. AND READ. AND POP EYEBALLS BACK INTO SOCKETS. AND BREW COFFEE. AND READ MORE.
10:00amish, give or take whether or not I give up and fall asleep much earlier, to 12:30 or so: Finish book. (No, really. I finished OotP after reading for eleven hours straight.) Emerge exhausted and fuzzy-brained. Attempt to nap a bit. Probably fail, since I cannot sleep during the day no matter how tired I am.
1:05: Watch Red Sox/Yankees game. Probably stare blankly a lot and try to figure out which Yankee is which Death Eater and which Red Sock is which member of the Order.
4:30ish - Die.
They couldn't have spaced this shit out a little more? Are they trying to kill me?
Now if you'll excuse me, my schedule before tonight's game consists of making an early dinner, trying to figure out whether Red Sox/Yankees or a Bonderman start should take priority (yes, yes, I KNOW, and the Tigers are playing the friggin' Royals, for heaven's sake, like whoopee, but, BONDO), and making good on certain promises to suck less at RP.
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... get a head start and read the first chapter before the bad C&D Bloomsbury people take it down. :)
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