...exhale.

I feel as though my mind is fractured into a million pieces. Maybe writing will gather them all together again. In any case, please forgive the random jumble of this entry.

I've read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. ::points at icon:: I won't spoil it for any who haven't yet read it, but I will say that I cried. And that what made me cry probably isn't what made everyone else cry. At least, I don't believe so.

Along those same lines, I've been spoiled for the most recent Star Wars novel, Sacrifice. George Lucas (et al) sure knows how to ruin a good thing. First with Willow and now Star Wars. Fortunately, my attitude toward SW pro-fic has long been that anything beyond Zahn's Thrawn trilogy is really just published fanfiction...not canon. Otherwise I think I'd be far angrier than I am.

I need to read a romance novel. And lots of Star Wars fanfiction with *good* endings.

I've finished my first summer class, which is wonderful, but my second begins next week and I have five million things to do before then. (Tires, writing emails, paying bills, buying textbooks, cleaning my apartment.) The more I have to do, the less I'm willing to do any of it. So I'm feeling guilty and frazzled and futile. Add in that I've discovered the peculiar phenomenon known as the fanmix (see this one or this one or this one) and all my free time has been gobbled up in bootless hours.

I'm tired. I need a time-turner. Or a (non-imaginary) assistant. ::waves at Sev:: Or a coffee night.

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