Oh My God Do I Ever Need A Cigerette.

I don’t know how many of you know this, but I have this embarrassing habit.

When I’m really excited about something because it’s hilarious, or hurts-so- good, or my-god-that’s-wonderful-storytelling, but mostly at the delicious angst and oh-so-pitch-perfect humor, I squeal.

Yes, I actually squee. Literally, I have this little laugh-squeal thing that everyone who has ever heard me make it has cracked up at and/or given me weird looks.

Well, I just finished Saiyuki Reload 7. I read it in the parking lot of Barnes & Noble in twenty minutes, and at every three minute interval, I was squealing out loud.

I kid you not.

At one point I’m pretty sure that someone walking by my open car window heard me and started cracking up. Either that, or someone in her group had just said something  hilarious.

Spoiler-iffic review to follow.

(And in case you were wondering, Reload 7 was good. Damn good.)