I hate Harry Potter. I blame this all on Jen M. My whole weekend was a complete wash. Why, you ask? Because on Friday afternoon, I picked up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the 870 page children's book that I have already read once... and couldn't put it down. I picked it up because I was enjoying Eleanor, and decided to stop reading it because it is the perfect light (both in weight and in content) book to take with me to Colorado. I needed a book to distract me from her.

Anyway, I ended up reading Harry Potter. All weekend. By Saturday morning, I was up to page 400. By Sunday, I was approaching the end, when I *had to* put it down in order to go gear shopping for Colorado (I had already blown off cleaning, laundry, eating, and mowing the lawn to keep reading). Then, I was annoyed that I had tickets to a play ("Dial M for Murder") that would interfere with my reading (don't worry, I dragged myself out of the house and enjoyed the play tremendously).

When I got home from the play at 11 p.m. last night, I figured, "Hey, what could one more chapter hurt?" (Yes, the thought of calling in sick this morning crossed my mind as a way to get in more reading time). Every 15 minutes or so, I glanced at my clock, and thought "Just one more chapter."

I finished the book. It was 2 a.m. Needless to say I had a difficult time getting up this morning.

On another subject, I am continuously dismayed at how little I know about space shuttle entries. 2.5 years with DESCENT being my job, and, gosh be darned, I can barely speak the lingo, let alone consider myself posessing any sort of expertise. Its like I need a remedial course...