I really hate J.K. Rowling.
I mean, I love her for what she has given me, and I love her for her how well she understands me, but I resent that she likes to push my buttons. I think, after all, she is a sadist at heart.
This evening she has kept me up until midnight and, truth be told, I wish I had saved the last hundred pages for a couple more days. I was loving the book at page 550, and I might have continued to love the book if I hadn't finished it. And now... well I wish it hadn't ended. I wish I knew what will happen next. I wish all of what I just read made more fucking sense then it does right now.
P.S. How did the president find time to nominate a Supreme Court Justice that satisfies his conservative base?
Hmm. He must've finished HP6 over the weekend.
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