It would dearly seem that insomnia has enveloped me once more. Thoughts and wishes are rampaging about in my head; coursing through my veins; buttering me up for the feast of sleepless musings. I’ve decided that, quite nerdishlybrilliantly, my first tattoo will be scrawled across my upper back, behind my left shoulder. It will read “I solemnly swear that I am up to know good.” Excellent! Bloody excellent! And alas, all the anti-Harry Potter simpletons muggles will groan in unison. However, “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death” always illuminated me with the glow of hope, as if at any moment my very own Patronus will conjure itself from the tips of my fingers. I want to write a novel, but my short attention span begs to differ. And most especially, I require a fourth viewing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part I; however, I do not have a partner to parade on over to the theater with. How tragic. I’ve also complied a short list of books that I would absolutely love on my shelves (note to self: bookshelf overflowing, require new ones as Christmas presents). Shiny, don’t you think? My apologies, Firefly humor has often left people blank-faced.
