Little British Wizards Got NOTHIN' on Me...

Wow, go back to work a month earlier than recommended + lack of bad classes to live through = stop blogging. Once again proving that work gets in the way of life. So, yes, I have lost some of my innards, including my mind, but I have GAINED a cool Harry Potter scar! So that is something. My scar is akin to a mood ring, with stress being my own personal Voldomor, setting off twitches and pain at the most opportune moments. The abdominal grippage and grimaces are followed by me saying such things as, “Oh, I cannot talk about that anymore; my scar says you are stressing me out, man. Bye bye.” Click. Milissa pointed out that Voldomor [ALERT: impending SPOILER] was reduced to some sort of sniveling baby-like gelatinous mass at the end. I don’t know how that connects or what that all means, but I am sure it is important and related. As an avid therapy avoider, I cannot deconstruct this, but y'all feel free.