And so it continues - the taunting, the torture. I must ceaselessly toss and turn on my bed, dreaming, seeing Herb approaching with shiny DVDs in his hand, offering them then withdrawing them as I reach out desperately, hearing his laughter echoing in the darkness, awakening suddenly with a gasp, cold sweat glistening on my feverish brow as I murmur over and over the agonizing question...
when is the release date of the Chamber Strings? when is it... when is it... when is it....
when is the release date of the Chamber Strings? when is it... when is it... when is it....