Ten minutes until I can leave for the theatre. I'm seeing ROTS with my friend Mike and three complete strangers. Ideal, huh?

Where are the rest of my friends? Well, most of them have to work, or are on the other side of the state, My online friends, who I saw AOTC with, are scattered all around the country, mostly Vegas and New Orleans.

I wish I was there.

I'm oddly nervous to see this movie. It's not that I don't know what's going to happen, it's just... Argh. I don't know.

This is the end, you know? I can't honestly say I'm sad to see the chaos end, but I miss the quiet fandom of my teens: before TPM, after and before SW was everywhere, on every magazine cover... It's all glowed up in that 'golden age' light, when I know, intellectually, that it wasn't all that golden. I was just more obsessive and it was all new and it didn't take a con or a movie to get my friends all excited.

I miss that.

Gah. Self-indulgent poodoo.

Time to go.