It's signed, and it's mine.

Lookie what I have! My cousins went and got it for me at Anderson's in Naperville, and then they got it signed, too. *squee*. I love these people.

Now we just have to figure out a way to send over the actual book (a solid object, not a jpeg) so that I can read it. (Yes! I haven't read it yet! I'm such a bad fan. I will borrow Marie's). I'm sure the magic of Internet will come up with a way of sending solid objects as email attachments sooner or later. Preferably sooner, but undoubtedly later.

Still, though. All this happiness is making my sickness go away. Already I've almost finished a can of Salt & Vinegar Lays Stax (I support Pringles, but these were on sale). So now my goal is to be completely well by the time school starts tomorow. So I won't have AS much make up work to do.

When I get the book, I'm locking it up in a safe. Of reinforced steel, and hidden away in a small inconspicious object. And putting in a safety deposite box. In Germany. With armed guards and laser triggers. And security cameras with no blindspots. And an entryway with a stick that reads people's spit to see who they are. Very unhygenic, unless there's only one person ever going in (me). Then again, my name's on it, so I doubt they'd wanna steal it. The TAI proof copy that Matt has is worth more. Yes, go ignore mine. Go on.