Things have started to lose their sanity. Half an hour spent today in the closet beneath the stairs at work (which has been dubbed the "Harry Potter" closet), tipping over piles of boxes and candy and banging my head against the pipes. Getting my foot caught, letting Terra and Tasha have a good giggle before knocking over an enormous stack to free myself. I nearly killed them.
I bought a new dress. I fell in love with Ron Weasley. I bought tickets for the David Lanz concert, for me and that boy. I wanted to be Hermione Granger. I wanted to be Amelie Poulain. I wanted to be me, and then decided I'd be richer if I decided to be J.K. Rowling instead. (I obviously discovered Harry Potter.) I went to Osaka. I ate tofu. I laughed at Scott as he ate tofu. I sat in comfortable silence next to Jory on the way home. I broke down and cried. I broke down and bought books. I broke down and listened to Jory's little sister talk. I broke down and watched Margaret Cho. I ate a lot of chocolate ice cream. I became second seat in an invisible Round Table, for "knowledge of matters of the heart".
It's been a busy week.