Tonight’s the night, y’all.
I think this feeling is…excitement? Nervous excitement, like it’s Christmas and my birthday and someone else’s book release day that I am inexplicably stupidly excited for and anticipating. It’s difficult to describe, as I don’t really get excited about–or happy for–things anymore, but this definitely fits the bill, I think?
I’ve taken the long weekend off to write (major progress fixing some things in Livi #3 on Friday; not so much yesterday; trying to get new words in today and tomorrow–and it’s funny how being able to focus on writing makes me, however briefly, able to stop thinking about not being alive for a time, right?), with my scheduled Twin Peaks viewing tonight at 9pm. I pulled out the cherry pie I’ve kept in my freezer for a month, got some donuts (I don’t even really like sweets, but IT IS TWIN PEAKS NIGHT), will brew some coffee (black as midnight on a moonless night, tyvm), and I’m making brie and butter baguette sandwiches.
I’m trying to keep my hopes and expectations reasonable; I have nearly twenty-six years of head-canon built up, and Lynch’s works never go the way I’d expect them to. But as long as Good Dale makes his way out of the lodge, I think I will be satisfied.
If you’re watching tonight, feel free to @ me on Twitter and we can obsess over it. <3
I have no idea where tonight will lead us, but I have a definite feeling t will be a place both wonderful and strange.
In the meantime I’ll fall again down the rabbit hole of Audrey/Cooper fanvids…