Game of Thrones Season 5 only finished a month ago. Yet I am in withdrawal. No hyperbole. My belly is in knots, I can’t sleep at night, I’m even more pale and clammy than usual. I want Season 6 so badly, it physically hurts; I may even be developing an ulcer.
And it’s still almost a whole year to wait until Season 6. How am I going to survive for a year!?
But a thought just squelched its way into my GoT-starved mind.
There are fifty episodes so far. There are fifty-two weeks in a year…
I’m talking synergy, people!!
*dances to couch humming the theme tune*
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You could also trying reading the five big fat books the show is based on–that’d take a few days…
Hi XperDunn! I imagine that’ll take a bit longer than a year(!) I kind of have a 300-page rule nowadays, anyway; if it’s fiction, and it’s longer than about 300 pages, I know I’m not going to finish it, so I don’t bother beginning. Always just tend to lose my rhythm and forget what was going on.
I have that problem now that I’m getting ‘old-guy memory leakage’. I keep an index card in the book and every time a new character is introduced, I write their name down–sometimes place-names or other proper nouns, also. It’s annoying but effective.
Too many years of pointless studies have left me with a similar condition: I just vandalise all my books with obsessive note-taking. Ridiculous. Probably why it takes me so long to read novels. I genuinely think I blame Uni for destroying my ability to read anything other than reference books.