So I have purchased the very last of the Harry Potter novels at the Friday opening party in Orangeville (yes, Orangeville. There's an actual city there). Got home, and read the whole damn thing in 2 sittings.
Damn.
I cannot believe it's actually over. I liked it, in that she tied up all the loose ends (or at least the most glaringly obvious ones) and had a good character development. Except for the thing. At the very end. The epilogue thing. And anyone who's read it will agree that it was a totally pointless cop out.
Went home to TO and headed off to the live theatre version of Evil Dead. Complete with zombie tangos, chainsaws, bad one-liners and about a metric tonne of blood.
It was AWESOME!!!!
I really want to go back and see it again.....
In other news, Kitten got his balls lopped off last week, he is currently looking at me as if I am responsible for all the worlds woes and sorrows. Do you think cats are born with the ability to guilt trip? See, look:
Poor kitten has to wear the cone for another week and a half before he can be freed to not walk into the walls and get stuck on things every 20 minutes. God animals are dumb.
Now to ignore the pitiful animal whilst I read a book about exploding sheep.