SQUEE!

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

 ...I know that by all rights I should be offering you fic.  Unfortunately my HHG2Wodehouse isn't quite finished yet.  (actually, I'd appreciate it if someone would look over it.  It's not in Bertie-voice, so I'm not that worried, but sometimes I word things very weirdly and I don't always catch it.)

I'm basically posting because...it was my birthday last week.  My mom placed an order to Amazon.com for the J&W series.

IT CAME TODAY.

I'm afraid I shrieked rather embarrassingly and flailed a bit.

...that's about it!

(For interested parties, I also got the Horatio Hornblower miniseries, and proceeded to parody the first episode in my LJ.  Uninterested parties go on and ignore the comment.  Though you've already read it...so I suppose you can't ignore it...okay, I'm stopping before this set of parentheses gets truly ridiculous.)

Comments

[dreamwaffles.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks. :P And don't worry, I've been known to do the same thing at book sales. According to one of my friends, I will suddenly freeze for a moment and look very intently at my object of desire, then lunge and seize it and clutch it.

I don't usually remember it beyond the absolute mental squeeing that goes on at those times, though.

[theguardingdark.livejournal.com]

Book sales are entirely different, of course, because there is no such thing as action too embarrassing when discovering a literary golden fleece. I talk to myself all the time anyway, and it only gets worse in bookshops, especially when there's a sale or a gift card involved.