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But I must not tell lies.
Jul. 11th, 2007 04:10 am( HARRYYYYYYYYY!!!!JFA;LSFKDJGJ )
The suckiness only gets worse on the day that Deathly Hallows (which, in my mind, I still automatically read Deathly Lollows, thank you internets), as I get out of work at freaking 11:30, and then go in the next morning at 8:30. WHAT THE HELL, UNIVERSE. Seriously, if people come into Starbucks running their mouth about what happens in the last book? I will punch people in the face. ARGHH.
Guys, on the way to the theater there was a temperature gauge on a bank, and it said 89 degrees. At 10:30 at night. With 20938420398 million percent humidity. :(((
Oh man. Time for go to bed.
The suckiness only gets worse on the day that Deathly Hallows (which, in my mind, I still automatically read Deathly Lollows, thank you internets), as I get out of work at freaking 11:30, and then go in the next morning at 8:30. WHAT THE HELL, UNIVERSE. Seriously, if people come into Starbucks running their mouth about what happens in the last book? I will punch people in the face. ARGHH.
Guys, on the way to the theater there was a temperature gauge on a bank, and it said 89 degrees. At 10:30 at night. With 20938420398 million percent humidity. :(((
Oh man. Time for go to bed.
