Frustrated Antics

Would you look at the time? It’s just barely over six more hours until I can get the opportunity to get my grubby little hands on my own copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Damn the British! They are obtaining theirs now as I type. How I envy them. If anything, it would have been great to have gone to London, where I’m sure there are huge book launches going on, to collect my print since they will be the first in the world the manuscripts will be sold to. They are going to have a seven hour head start on me. Damn! It will probably take me ten hours to read from cover to cover. I even read the dedication page and all the table of contents. I was surprised by the ignorance I saw from readers of the Half-Blood Price. It seems no on bothered to scan the table of contents. There were some major plot reveals just in the chapter titles near the end of the book. By the time I finish this volume they will have been talking about the work of art J. K. Rowling did for a good six or seven hours on the last in the saga. It’s not fair!

I’m am attempting so very hard to concentrate on other matters; like camping, and Harry Potter, errands, and Harry Potter, talking to friends and staying away from the media, and even more Harry Potter on the brain. It just won’t leave me be. Then there’s the camping trip I’m looking forward to. I have to get through Harry Potter before I can camp. Otherwise I’ll always have one eye open for the opportunity to finish reading when I should be trying to flirt with a certain handsome young gentleman. It’s just all one big vicious cycle the keeps me on the edge of anticipation. Ugh, I’m so frustrated! I’m going stir crazy making an effort to take my mind off such affairs.

Well, I’ve decided I’m going to grab something to gnaw on first since I haven’t yet eaten this evening and I’m ravenous. Then I’ll venture out to purchase a case or two of beer for the camping trip and maybe a bottle of wine, with a stop at target to pick up a raft of some sort to lounge in on the river. Hopefully by then I’ll have wasted enough time so that I can hop on over to the bookstore where I reserved my copy and wait patiently in queue for it. So cheers mates I’ll talk to you all after my weekend excursions.