OK? Alright? What? What are you looking at?

I was supposed to go to the midnight showing last night (I had tickets! I had tickets! I had tick-...I'm breaking into a primal repetitive screech, aren't I? Sorry..), but I had a little...snafu...like, you know...ok fine basically my head turned into a big water balloon. My allergies were so intense I was forced to stay hermetically sealed in my own moosepad.

I mean - how incredibly pathetic is that. I was out-geeked by my own worthless corpus moosinum revolting against the very air I breathe.

So I says to myself, I says:

"Self, you can always go tomorrow - on opening day. It's ok, it's still Day 1, you have not strayed too far, this is not Star Wars heresy. George will understand."

Except now I have to do umpteen trillion different things from sorting out benefits, searching for new consultants, and I have to set up a contract this afternoon....oh....neverfreakinmind. I have stuff I gotta do.

So I guess I could go tonight..but somehow, it doesn't feel right not seeing it either at midnight, or the middle of the day on opening day.

Curse this bovine body of mine, I wasn't fast enough.

>sigh<

Help me Over-The-Counter medication, you're my only hope.