SpÃ¼ne, thank you so much for that tip-off. I would like to buy you a pint, sir. I really would. What will you have?
I've downloaded the episode, and the little "s2premiere" icon is sitting on my desktop, staring at me. But I can't do it. I can't pull the trigger. I'm......I......I don't know. It's not that I'm worried that it won't be great. I'm positive it'll be as wonderful, and as gleefully silly as it was when I first fell in love with the Conchords. It's just that I've waited for this for so long, and now that it's here, I don't want it, because the fact that it's here means it'll all be over soon. And I have loved it so.
I was like this with the last Harry Potter book, too. The postman arrived with it early in the morning, and I went out to Regent's Park with a blanket to lie on while I devoured it. But instead of opening it and jumping straight in, I just sat there, crossed-legged with the book in my lap until my legs went numb. When I eventually gathered up my courage and dove in, it was devastatingly good, and everything I had ever hoped it would be. And I'm sure this last season of Flight of the Conchords will be the same. But the anticipation of it has been sweeter than an icy-cold lemon lolly on a hot summer's day.
I know I'm being silly. I know. Go ahead, laugh. It's okay. I'm a sentimental little turnip.
I can do this.
Hot sweet tea.
.:: She's got two jobs. She's a pastry chef and a sniper ::.