One equal temper of heroic hearts

Well. I just spoiled myself for the last Harry Potter and I have to agree with everyone else's comments on it and say "O RLY?"

I just saved myself seven hundred pages. Now I can get back to reading le Carré. Alec Lemas, you are such a badass. I almost wish the Cold War was still going on so I could work with you at the Bayswater Library For Psychic Research. I would let you "espionage" a few things on me. I don't even know what that means.

God, I love Sunday mornings.

So it was either The Book Of The Dead or "Jeeves & Wooster" headlining my lunch break today and, aware of the sound level that the latter would produce (because that series invokes almost instantaneous laughter in me), I went with the book.

...And noticed an inconsistency of fact on page 50.

( Cut for spoilers, but not really )

Then again, that's just me being nit-picky.

Back at it, then.

Clearly, I'm ten years old. I have a gigantic glass of milk and a proyo ("Katie, that's a yo-yo." "No, mom. Yo-yos are for average people. This is a PROYO.") and I'm rocking out to Raffi's "Bananaphone".

Today was lovely. Woke up at 11:30 or so, showered and dressed and chilled around the house for a while before mum and I met up with dad for lunch. After that it was a jaunt to Barnes & Noble to pick up The Gun Seller (which I'm devouring with all the vigor that Rosie O'Donnell uses when there's a sale at Whole Foods) and a balmy highway drive back home, James Blunt blaring from the open windows.

Mom wants me to buy this. I want the New Car Fairy to leave $20,500 under my pillow while I'm sleeping. I might be well on my way, though. The Great License Pursuit has entered a climactic phase: I'm actually going to call the DMV tomorrow to schedule a driving test. And, if this internship works out (I officially start on Monday morning), I might make a little room in my bank account for a convertible expenditure.

luuser? You free this weekend? I suggest a spirited bout of...spirits. If I can't drink you under the table I'm a very poor friend indeed.