"… and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end."
Here’s to book seven. Here’s to the years of anticipation before it and the years of discussion in its wake. Here’s to the boy who lived and how he changed everything.
And here’s to you, if you know that “the very end” isn’t happening anytime soon.
I’m officially signed up for classes for the fall semester.
Only 14 hours, but the head of the English department was insistent on “easing” me back into school after my medical leave. Since one of those courses is intermediate Spanish, I’m 100% okay with having that extra out-of-class time.
I’m thrilled to be going back to school. No more group therapy, no more family therapy, no more daily psychiatrist check-ups. I’m finally in a place where I can cope with my baggage, and it feels pretty damn…terrifying, actually.
I’m feeling better than I have in years, and it’s the source of dread. I can’t help but anticipate some sort of calamity that will bring me crashing back down. I think I’m so used to being in crisis that this non-depression, non-trauma state I’m in is foreign and almost uncomfortable.
I’ll get used to it.
From now on you all have to refer to me as Captain Davison.
Leslie Knope got her dream job, had kids, and is basically running the world on JJ’s waffles and friendship. What more do you want, Academy? I suppose if Pawnee had an emotionally unavailable nerd in a Flash t-shirt, it could finally get the respect it deserves.
the effect of rock ‘n’ roll music on mice.
"he lost all interest in keeping his cage tidy. he played his electric guitar far into the night, keeping the other test animals awake. and he met this female mouse and they have been sharing a cage together… out of wedlock."