lizbee | An unreasonable amount of emotions about media franchises

Monday morning: the new Doctor Who companions are announced; I am moderately excited.
Monday night: Discovery Night, aka the only thing that makes Mondays worthwhile, aka I Accidentally Fell In Love With Admiral Kat Cornwell And Now The Show Mocks Me, aka How Does Jason Isaacs Manage To Be So Interesting When He Really Shouldn't Be?
Tuesday morning: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child is announced for Melbourne in 2019.

I've had four really big fandoms in my life. Three are currently active, and I'm really not sure I have enough room in my body to contain this much enthusiasm. If anything major happens in Avatar fandom this week, I might actually explode.

(I quickly double-checked, just in case, but no Turf Wars previews have appeared while I was distracted.)