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There is hope. I have finished book 5, and I find myself looking forward to the next one, and I don't think it's the crack-fiend in me talking; I think I will find more enjoyment in the next one than I have in the last two.

Oh, and I'd like to publicly announce that my dear, dear Rachel successfully pulled a lovely trick on me with some very, _very_ misleading spoiler info. Rae? I love you. I apologize now for being upset at the comment.

( HP Book 5 SPOILER! don't read unless you don't care. )

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Oh. On the subject of random irrelevancies -

High on my list of truly unpleasant situations: When I'm sick, on occasion, I will awake from whatever distorted slumber I was in, and stumble around the house, and everything's dulled, except for my sense of touch. everything scratches, or pokes, or is much rougher than it seems, and I'm stumbling around running into things. That hurts. It strikes me that having a heightened sense is potentially a massive curse. I think that was dealt with a coupla times in the tv show Sentinel that I never watched. Seems, though, that I could have some definite fun with the character concept, maybe with a better backstory...

sleep.