I'm just a squeeing fangirl at heart, after all. I slept cuddled up with my beat-up plastic lightsabre last night. This morning, my neck started doing that bad thing where it feels and sounds like a gang of Rice Krispies invaded in my sleep. I have the new hot-pad on it, and I'm already feeling somewhat, but not entirely, better.
But. Star Wars. Yay! I think I shall want to recruit Darkside for a repeat viewing sooner rather than later. I sent him off an e-mail already.
Given that I like this one, good ol' Fuzzy Modem probably hates it. I'll have to ask him if he went to this one, and if he did, if he dressed up.