My. God. I can just like totally go and sit and expect an awesome night tomorrow. Listen to this:

WWE Heat. Starts at five PM.
WWE Wrestlemania. Starts at six, is supposed to last five hours.

Oooooooommmmmmmgggggggg lemme die now. Look! I won't be lonely and stressed out! I'll be glassy eyed and eyeing a few hot wrestlers along the way. And. . . well. . . I will be stressed. But just cause I'll be saying bye to Brock-chan. That's six hours of freedom. . . No worry. . . Unless one of my favorite wrestlers get hurt or something. I'm just gonna lay on the floor and stare aimlessly at the TV while Dad cusses the wrestlers out. Woot. Sunday will be the best night I've had since. . . well. . . the end of Febuary. . . I guess. . .

Things to watch for:

Molly getting her hair shaved
Trish truly deserving her name, Trash Status
Brock DESTROYING Goldberg

Now I need to go get SOME sleep so I can be up in time to waste a few hours online hiding tomorrow before my true fun begins.