Concentrate, dammit...
I'm trying to type my review of Just Friends. It's not going horribly, but I'm already well over my word count. (Really, is 200 words enough for anything except a dismissive, "This is utter poo/wonderful happiness"? I think not.)
But I'm so very distracted.
Visions of Harry on his broomstick are flying through my head. Goblet of Fire opens today, and I weep knowing that not only did I not get tickets for an advance premiere (so I'm spoiled -- what's your point?), but that the earliest I can possibly see it is next week. And a certain so-called friend refuses to take an afternoon off next Friday to come with me.
So I must reconcile with the fact that not only does this friend not love me, but Harry Potter, as well.
*Scowl.*
But I'm so very distracted.
Visions of Harry on his broomstick are flying through my head. Goblet of Fire opens today, and I weep knowing that not only did I not get tickets for an advance premiere (so I'm spoiled -- what's your point?), but that the earliest I can possibly see it is next week. And a certain so-called friend refuses to take an afternoon off next Friday to come with me.
So I must reconcile with the fact that not only does this friend not love me, but Harry Potter, as well.
*Scowl.*
posted by /hg | 1:26 p.m.
2 Comments:
Is that the little one that sits on your bookshelf?
I'll take my chances.
Potter-nerd.
I have a suggestion: Just take your post entitled "A laugh right where I needed it" and submit it, verbatim, as your film review.
Problem solved.
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