The last time I remember being this fevered to continue a narrative was with Harry Potter. When I first started reading the books, I couldn't stop. I was painting my parents house that summer, and I made my mom read aloud to me as I was working because I couldn't not know what was happening next. I read the first three books in two days or so. Now with Buffy, I have the same need to keep going, but there's so much that it really is distracting me from other life activities I need to be doing.
Last night, I watched The Incredibles, and, at first, I was thinking, "I could be watching Buffy right now, why am I not holed up in my room?" The Incredibles is rather incredible (sigh, will either Pixar or Disney produce the like again, now that they've split?) and soon I was able to stop my fretting. So, now I feel like perhaps I've regained a small semblance of control. I was empowered to find that I can watch/do and enjoy other things, and Buffy will still be there when I come back to it (I watched two episodes later last night). We'll see.
In book news, I've finished reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which is an enjoyable quick read. It has lots of one to two page chapters/sections, so it was perfect bathroom reading. I've been reading Shelley for my British Romantic Poetry class, and need to write a paper on him (or Keats) this weekend. Shelley traveled to Ireland in 1812ish and distributed pamphlets he'd written about why the Irish should revolt against the English, as well as a couple of poems to Ireland. Being a celtophile, I'm trying to find a paper in that, but it just hasn't happened yet.
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