This is the first Sunday without a new episode and I am lonely for the adventures already. We had lovely adventures, sometimes sad, sometimes scary, sometimes funny. I miss them already, the feeling of anticipation, knowing that I would be satisfied with somethings, hungry for more of the others, and sated of still other parts of the tale, anxious as how it would all finally be played out.
Thirty-seven weeks til June 1st. We don't know the exact date of the new season, so I will begin actually counting from here. Thirty-seven weeks. I don't know which is supposed to sound shorter, 37 weeks or nine months and one week...I still don't know how I will get through the hiatus.
The Emmys are on tonight. I know True Blood is up for three of those gimme emmys that they give the genre shows. It just isn't fair. And then, to throw us a bone, they made Stephen a presenter. If Stephen is there I will be there, just loving away...
The there are the Golden Globes. Do you think TB will be nommed this year? I wished they would. You know what I really didn't like about Anna's speech when she accepted her globe? She didn't thank Stephen, and I think she should have. Not because he is her fiancee (then boyfriend) but because she was only as good as her costar who she played off of. Shame on you Anna.
Thirty-seven weeks...and counting
Stephen looked sooo hot last night in his tux and I was soooo proud that he won for the breakout performance.
ReplyDeleteI think that 37 weeks sounds shorter that 9 and 1/2 months. Weeks seem to go by faster than months.
Thanks for the story, Aslinn.