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I just got a spam mail titled "penis too large? We help!" Okay. Penis reduction! That was a new one.

My body has the worst timing ever. I think I have a cold. I'm certainly using up mrsronweasley's tissues alarmingly fast. >.<

I am hoping it's the after-effects of the anti-motion sickness plaster I used for my trip. It said it could cause dizziness and headaches. I am a little dizzy. Walking down the stairs earlier carrying a glass of water, I almost toppled over and would have smashed the glass against the wall if I hadn't caught myself. Luckily, I did, and even more luckily, NO ONE SAW ME. Win?

Harry Potter spoilers! I have never before had any desire whatsoever to read them, but now I find I... kind of have. A little? But not too much. No big stuff. About who dies or whatever. Don't want to know that. I think. I'm not sure. I keep telling myself that I have waited two years, I can wait a week. A week is short. A week is nothing. NOTHING.