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I broke down and Fandangoed my ass into a midnight showing of Episode III tonight. I have successfully avoided all spoiler warnings for the last few weeks and averted my gaze from newspaper boxes this morning with their front page full color reviews. I may have seen words like force and vader bandied about in clever headlines, but I havent processed any actual information regarding the film. I need to keep it that way for a few more hours.

Thats the first issue. The second is making sure I dont pull abother Hitchhikers Guide and snooze-drool through half the movie. Or any of the movie for that matter. I admit to getting caught up in the hype; I had every intention of seeing the movie sometime this weekend with an emphasis on nonchalance over fandom eagerness. Now, however, I am fully vested. AMC has my money and I will stay awake godammit.



How? Jamba Juice has this new toxic cocktail of Matcha Green Tea and meth that has an amazingly powerful hold over my head. The first time I had one, round about eight or nine in the evening, I found myself laying in bed at four-thirty in the morning chasing the ghosts of seventies pornos with lidless, bloodshot eyes. It is marketed as part of their new energy line of beverages, and for the few more weeks that this shit is legally flying under the FDAs radar, I intend to take full advantage.