It's Sunday! The best day of the week. Yes, I really should focus on finishing up my presentation for tomorrow, but unless my manager wants Throne analogies on how the Google algorithim is seeding content, it's probably a good idea to wait until after the show. All I care about right now is finding something to fill the gap between now and GOT time.
It's almost 9pm. This is going to be the best hour of the week! I wonder what will happen? Who's going to die? I can't wait any longer.
I have fifteen minutes before it starts. I've been pacing back and forth from my couch to the kitchen and back again. I need something to calm my nerves. I'm going to mix up a Game of Thrones cocktail. I have a strange feeling that I might need it.
Is HBOGo going to crash again? Because that was worse than Theon's torture and I have no problem harassing HBO on Twitter again. I really should spring for actual HBO instead of mooching off my friend.
It's S.T.A.R.T.I.N.G. Let me perform my interpretive dance to the most amazing musical score of all time.
Hmmm. Who is this guy again? I swear I've never seen him before. What is this place? Is this important? I wonder what the White Walkers are up to right now.
Only fifteen more minutes left. I have a feeling something really terrible is about to happen to someone that does not deserve such a fate. But there's no wedding scheduled to take place in this episode, so we're good, right?
I CANNOT watch. I'm putting my hands over my eyes. Okay, I'm peeking. Nooooooo!
Seriously, George R.R. Martin? Can you just throw us a bone once in a while? Aside from that time you killed Joffrey, you are a very cruel man.
WHY?! I need to text all of my friends for emotional support. And I'll take another cocktail.
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