Putting this on the personal blog instead of the Benedict one….
I’ve leveled out on the excitement thing because now I’m like whoa what if I got tickets to the wrong taping (they’re doing two tomorrow)?
And what if I’m too tired to hang around for 5 bloody hours just to see benedict frikkin cumberbatch?
And is it nuts that I’m chatting with very young girls on the internet about meeting up to stalk him (I have horrible thoughts about screaming “omg I’m not a pedobear!”) ?
And am I too old for this shit?
And is my bf going to break up with me if I keep talking about another man every day?
And all other sorts of worries that I probably shouldn’t let myself have.
For some odd reason…..since today I’ve been so happy…. I keep thinking of my saddest moment this year…my mom dying.
And I think it’s because I’m worried that no matter what I end up doing this year and no matter how many happy days I make….it will forever be the year that my mom died.
So ya know….
