So, you know, even if this has to be really quick because I can't really type that well seeing as I, oh I don't know, managed to crush my own hand between a door (sometimes I really think that my subconscious masochistic behavior surfaces all too frequently because how on earth are you supposed to--and your own hand?) but just as I was about to, you know, obsessively track my package again via the internet and various outdated tracking devices and the like, it landed right on the front porch. GOT
IT. It's so *____________* I couldn't decide whether I wanted to laugh or cry because I was either delirious with pain or delirious with joy. I think I ended up doing both.
...The postal service never ceases to amaze me. XDXD
The artbook is beautiful.
[EDIT: I just burned my hand. The other one, that is.]