when you sleep, where do your fingers go?

The thing is, having the Internet back in my room doesn't really make me feel any better.

But maybe it's a good thing. Cause I don't have any more Harry Potter to read. I finished the fifth book last night. In the middle of the night some time. Did not by any means cry. Did not by any means feel incredibly depressed. Am completely denying that a kid's book upset me a lot.

I hate that I've now joined the ranks of those anxiously awaiting the next book. I should have just waited until all seven were out before attempting to read them. I wanna know what happens nooooooow. *whinewhinewhine* What might be worse is that I still have these characters swimming around in my head, since I've done nothing but read about them for two and a half weeks, and now I don't know what to focus my attention on to get rid of them. :P


Also? I bought and watched Eternal Sunshine yesterday. And it made me ohsohappy. I'm definitely sad that I'll never get to see it on the big screen again, but it's worth it to be able to see it whenever I want (and to be able to subject my friends to it whenever possible).

Arrghurgleburgleglarghh. It's like there's some kind of disconnect between my brain and fingers, so all the stuff I actually want to say is coming out as nothing but rambles about children's books and DVDs. Maybe I should just go to bed.