I’ve been trying to catch up on sleep and eat a little better to recharge for next week’s Lord of the Rings marathon. I’ve fallen off the wagon with carbs in the last few weeks and I really feel it. Energy, outlook, carb addiction–it really makes a difference for the worse.

So I feel better now, but I had some really bad dreams last night. I kept dreaming that they cancelled the show next week. This is a once in a lifetime event–all three Lord of the Rings movies back to back. I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about it, but it’s too late now. I watched the Return of the King preview on The Two Towers DVD last night and I got chills. I’m getting really psyched–I know this is all I’ll be thinking about for the next six days. Cut me some slack; I read this book when I was twelve, seven of my friends bought me the red leatherbound edition of LOTR when I was fifteen, and I’ve read it backwards and forwards for almost thirty years. I confess my total geekdom.

Man, writing this post only passed fifteen minutes. HOW WILL I EVER LAST THE NEXT SIX DAYS?!