I don't think I've ever cried as hard as I did in that theater. There were some brilliant scenes for comic relief, but it just wasn't enough for me. Even while Neville was being his bad ass self, I still sobbed through my laughter.
Life hasn't been as fun without the anticipation of Harry Potter. Sure, there's Pottermore, and I'm excited. But it's not quite the same.
What I want to do is go sit in a forest and just drink tea and continuously read Harry Potter uninterrupted, but that darn "life" thing and "need of money" thing get in the way. Bah. Who needs money? I'll become a hermit and live in a cave and collect my own food. What now, society? I'm going against your norm. Fear my different-ness!
Basically all I've been doing is reading the Game of Thrones series and periodically crocheting things. It's really not helping my mood much. I'd drink tea, but the heat's driving me sickness already. I can't imagine tea will help me feel better with the near 100*F weather.
So instead I wallow in misery from the death of my childhood and the death bearing heat. Hopefully something exciting will happen... Like unicorns coming to visit bearing ice cubes and popsicles.
