I've been out of it more than a lot this week. I've been doing this and that, and none of it is in the slightest bit creative. It's beginning to bother me. I always like to be doing something creative, like writing...or writing. But I will have to push it back a little bit farther because tonight I will be at a local bookstore to get my copy of the final Harry Potter book that I purchased a long time ago.
The last time I did something like this was when I was a sophomore in college. I went at midnight to get the new Dave Matthews Band CD. Even then I thought I was being a little foolish, but you see I want to read the book before some idiot drops a spoiler. I have to do what I have to do.
Sean and I will not hold a decent conversation until I've finished it, which I gather will be most of the weekend. I'm so excited to have a book that will force me to stay up late. I even almost bought a T-shirt with a picture of Hermione on it, just to get in the spirit of things. Thankfully the shirt was in store for teenagers. My toe wasn't cool enough to cross the line. That, and I knew I would regret it later.
So, here's to Harry Potter. I daresay I will post more on this later, but tonight I will get the final book to a series I began reading seven years ago, the summer before my junior year in college. This series actually caused me to forget all semblance of a social life. Boy: "Do you want to come to my apartment?" Me: "No," as I would turn and run to my apartment so I could read the next chapter.
I daresay that I how I will be this weekend.
