Mail-Watching

…still no sign of Vice Quadrant…

Spoilers abound in many forms. Gifs. Art. Fic. Speculation. Confirmation and denial from the creators.

I can’t block the tags, so I have to retreat from Tumblr. Good thing I have a novel to write.

depression has me in its grasp. I am increasingly listless, because I know that I have another two days to wait until the mail returns.

The mail courier is a stealthy sort with no regular schedule besides “sometime

My health is fading.

The endless stream of spoilers across my dash makes Tumblr a hostile environment for me. I can barely surf the web any more.

Hope fades, day by passing day.

The postie has advanced a ninja level. They managed to drop off one solitary envelope [bank statement] while my back was turned.

I must be more vigilant.

…yet my energy wanes without the precious sustenance of new Steam Powered Giraffe melodies…

I must gather my strength so

At least I’m getting exercise. My regime? Running like a mad thing from the computer desk at the back of my house to the front gate to go get the mail as soon as humanly possible. All catalysed by the very instant I detect the postie’s approach.

I’ve now set an alarm so I should be out there to greet them. My plan is to chirp a sunny, “Any parcels for me today?” as if it isn’t any

I have checked the mail THREE FUCKING TIMES today. All before the postie is due to show up.

Fuck my life. I am pathetic weeabot trash.

Today or tomorrow. I should have it by this afternoon, or just after it firkin launches, le sigh.

I want it now, damnit.

There is a very, extremely slim chance that some charitable soul has dropped off my copy of Vice Quadrant into my mailbox.

Extremely slim.

Astronomically remote.

And yet, I am actively preventing myself from going out to check and see.

…hargleblargle…

I just went out to check the mailbox on a Saturday. Based entirely on the very slim hope that, on Friday afternoon, the postman doubled back with my copy of Vice Quadrant.

Weeabot trash confirmed.

This is going to be a rough 48 hours, folks.

internutter:

Yep. The postal system has lost track of my parcel.

Highly sarcastic yay. With a pile of WTF on the side.

I know for a fact that a postal plane can not stay aloft for 24 hours or longer, so it’s highly likely that my copy of Vice Quadrant is in this country.

Either today, or Monday, I get it in my grabby little hands.

And THEN, my dear readers, I will turn into a ravening, foaming, weeabot spoilerbeast and

Yep. The postal system has lost track of my parcel.

Highly sarcastic yay. With a pile of WTF on the side.

I know for a fact that a postal plane can not stay aloft for 24 hours or longer, so it’s highly likely that my copy of Vice Quadrant is in this country.

Either today, or Monday, I get it in my grabby little hands.

And THEN, my dear readers, I will turn into a ravening, foaming, weeabot spoilerbeast and liveblog

My copy of Vice Quadrant has moved into LA, and then out of LA.

The last time I ordered anything, this is where the tracking system failed to keep track of it. Tomorrow(at the latest), it will be in Brisbane. Then I have an entire weekend of anguish because nobody in Australia Post works during the weekends.

Tracking it locally is no help. I’ve tried. AusPost just does not deign to signify dirty foreign mail. Euuuuw…

Even our postal

IT’S STILL IN CALIFORNIA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

IT WAS IN CALIFORNIA LAST NIGHT. IT’S IN CALIFORNIA TODAY.

(pantpantpant)

Okay. Logically, I know it’s going to be five days(or so) for this ultra-special parcel to make it to me…

But…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

IT’S STILL IN CALIFORNIA

7200 miles to go. ::foams::