I saw Episode 3 three last night. As the end credits rolled fear washed over me: is my childhood is now officially over? Damn, I did not want to leave that theatre.
Oh, this is bad.
My adult brain is starting to remember something. Some business about graduation, and then there was the bit about life crippling student loans that need to be dealt with. Right, and then finding a direction in life that will give me a sense of meaning.
Screw this. I'll start reading the Star Wars novelizations and side-stories immediately. You can have my adolescence when you pry it from the fingers of my cold dead massive denial.