1:00 AM has never looked better to people below the equator. Indeed, tonight even we here in the southernmost city of the world (I think...) will be celebrating the release of the final thrilling and chilling Harry Potter saga. The local Woolstone's bookstore in the god-forsaken mall I keep visiting for internet service, is holding a Potter Party for all willing participants, including mostly young children who will be up far past their bed-times for the 1:01AM release of the novel. Suffice it to say, I will NOT be attending; I'm excusing myself from this incredible opportunity because not only will I have to be waking up five hours later for a full 12hr day of baboon-herding in the rain and 40MPH winds, but in my haste to stay under the weight limit I forgot to pack my Potter regalia. Again.
So, there you go. THe baboons have NO idea what's going to hit them tonight when wild Potter fans confuse them for Dobby and start throwing socks at them. I sympathize because I get that all the time.
And where in the world has the summer gone?
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I was getting hungry so I ate it (the summer, that is). *BURP!* ...Sorry.
wasn't much of a meal, was it? malnourished and tiny. oy, how's the cooking treating you?
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