Wake up in the morning feeling like P.Diddy…
Whatever THAT means.
I woke up at some time around 10am. Nothing remarkable or exceptionally indolent about that time of morning… unless you know what time I went to bed, yesterday.
Yes, you read that right. I didn’t come home after dancing the night away and joy-riding with pals only to collapse under the weight of too-much-fun at 5 in the morning. I skipped home after a fun day at work, sat down to check my email, and woke up this morning, thankful that sometime in the night I had the thought to close and tuck my laptop away (or a thoughtful suitemate tipped in to assist.)
As you’ve probably guessed:
I’m still tired and will probably remain that way until tomorrow.
In lieu of brewing myself a pepper-up potion (living with muggles has it’s disadvantages) I looked to the internet for some amusement. Here’s an adorable video of a friend of mi… associate of mi… er… man I know that would probably consider me “random passerby #213,408,234″ if asked:
The conductor of the Hogwarts Express!
Quite bubbly, isn’t he?
Well, now that I’ve gotten the important things out of the way (like Facebook) it’s time to do something silly. …like laundry and cleaning. I know, I know. Me and my tomfoolery. When will I ever learn?
NOTE (that is so important it must be made incredibly hard to read): I have not set foot in the Wizard World of Harry Potter, yet. It’s going to be a long time before I scrape my galleons together for something so wonderful. I spend a lot of time in a few other magical places and have met some Wizarding London denizens, there.
