Perhaps foolishly, I have decided to re-read the Harry Potter series from the beginning in an attempt to rid myself of my lingering obsession with the story. I guess I figure that if I read them all and make myself sick of them then I will be able to get through the next two years, or however long it takes her to put out the final book, without any major psychological damage. Today I started in on Harry Potter and the Sorceror’s Stone and, unfortunately, it did little to dampen my enthusiasm for the world constructed by Ms. Rowling. In fact, I think it might have gotten me just a little bit more excited.
I know that I promised not to write about this again so soon, but you should know by now that I am not a trustworthy man. I cannot keep promises like that.
I’ve also decided to take some notes as I go through the books for an essay I plan to write on one particular piece of the plot. When I’ll have time to write this essay, God only knows. I just know that it’s something that I would like to do.
Aside from continuing my obsessive behavior in regards to Harry Potter, my days this week have been blissfully normal. The most excitement I’ve had was during yesterday’s ultrasound. Other than that, I’ve had pleasant commutes, and full fast-moving workdays. The homeless cat that wanders around our house meowed at me like nobody’s business when I came home from my walk this morning, and that was unpleasant, because I have no food for the cat, and I’m allergic, and I think we’ve been through this before. But, it wasn’t all that unpleasant.
Come to think of it, the most unpleasant experience I’ve had this week has been trying to come up with things to write about. I’ve been absolutely stumped almost every night. Hopefully, next week will bode better results.