Harry Potter has not arrived at my house yet. It is 3:42. Amazon swears I'll have my book by 7. I'm convinced I'm going to be the 6:55 delivery. I've already started contemplating running out to the store to buy a copy. But then I'd have two. And even though I'd be okay with that I think everyone I know would make fun of me.
I've already poked my head out the front door three times to check in case the delivery guy knocked and left it and maybe no one heard him. My mother keeps messing with me telling me she saw a UPS truck drive by. She also told me first thing this morning that she read online that Harry dies. She was kidding. She thinks she's funny.
I need my book to arrive soon to stand a chance of finishing it this weekend. I read fast but there are limits. If I go past the weekend, I'm worried spoilers might catch up with me. For example, at work Monday I'll actually be expected to speak to coworkers and read email. What if someone lets something slip? It would be a shame to have to turn into the Wicked Witch of the West the first day of my new promotion. Although I would. Because this is Harry Potter we're talking about.
I'd love to talk more but I really need to go poke my head out the front door again. Don't tell my mom.