3 more days twilighters

Come Saturday, I will be curled up in bed reading Breaking Dawn, the last of the Twilight books. Of course, before the "curling up in bed" scenario, I'll probably be elbowing my way into Barnes & Noble, possibly physically hurt 13 year olds in the process of getting my pre-ordered copy (you don't know how obsessed these kids are of Meyer's books so I expect bedlam!), and most surely end up with a few dead toenails (there will be stampede and pandemonium -- remember that I'll be in the midst of teenagers with hyperactive hormones who will run and claw there way just to have the book).

I'm expecting the very worst of course. But I'm ready. And at the end of the day, I shall hold the precious book in my hands. (This is where you'll hear my diabolical laughter.)