The Eve of Potterdammerung

It's 10:30 on Friday. I should be out and about, but no; I'm in the middle of a project too absurd to even go into. I keep being tempted by the Harry Potter parties — it's the last book! I've never gone to a midnight party, despite my obsessiveness! — but sometimes it just works out that once you're in for the night, working on a stupid project and sipping Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Barleywine (which you swiped from your boyfriend, if you're me), you're in for good.

But Books Without Borders is just blocks away ...

But if I go alone, I'll feel ... old.

The book will arrive tomorrow. I have some pretty serious guilt about pre-ordering from Amazon, but I did it for my own sanity: If I picked it up at midnight (which, if I go to a party, I will be hard pressed not to do), I wouldn't sleep. I just wouldn't. I read the last one in two days, hardly sleeping. I have a metric fuckton of things to do this weekend, and I need my sleep.

So the reading will start when the post-lady arrives tomorrow, and it'll be documented here. No spoilers, I promise. Just ... reactions. My emotional rollercoaster, in words! And maybe some thoughts about the End of Potter. Or maybe I'll save those for the paper.

Either way, I promise to buy a book at my local independent bookseller within the next month. A hardcover even, to make up for my Potter disloyalty.

I hope you're all having fun out there.

I might still show up.

Maybe.

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