Holy. Shit.

Um, so it's about 9:06 am, and I've just completed Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

I think I'm physcially shaking.

Nope, wait, I definately am. And I can't type straight. Or think straight for that matter. For those of you who are not psychos and spent 6.5 straight reading, on two hours of sleep, I will not ruin it. But only to say. Holy. Shit. A lot. Oh my God. Alex... oh god. Oh god. I am so pathetic, freaking out over a book.

Now that it's nine am, and I woke up precisely 26 hours ago yesterday, and have had nothing but a brief two hour nap to sustain me, I can't sleep because I am too jumbled by this book.

I'd like to write about my awesome night, where I managed to stay out until 2:30, but I need to sort my brain out.

::freaks. out.::