I read the latest Harry Potter yesterday, in one fell swoop, pop culture whore that I am. Needless to say, between that and Con exhaustion, my dreams were dark and grim and frantic, leading to such charming moments as being some kind of bodyguard, I abandoned my charge (who bore a suspicious resemblance to Draco Malfoy) to his fate in a freaky garbage-strewn house and ran across the lawn trying to avoid an army of quick-shambling zombies. As their dead ochre hands closed on me, and I realized that I was doomed, my failing thought was Shit, are we out of the Bad Egg t-shirts already? I think there’s only one left in the box…

Anyway! Book was better than the last one–less whiny, and it looks like an editor may have taken a passing swipe at it.

Today I get to have my left arm tested with little zappy electrodes. I’m nervous and curious at the same time.

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