It does not do to dwell on dreams, and forget to live.

Harry Potter should be banned. I recently discovered that this dangerous series can cause the lines of fantasy and reality to blur and bend. Case and point: I've been on a two-week Harry Potter bender (as Ms. Sam Zon would say). I decided to reread the series before Deathly Hallows came out, so I've been neglecting chores, staying up late, and using Lucie's nap times to get it all in. Every spare moment has been filled with Hermoine, Snape, and the like. Everything was going just fine until Tuesday when Jason was telling me about work difficulties. He told me that he needed to call a bunch of clients, and he was worried that no one would want to make an appointment. During this conversation, I had a sudden flash of brilliance. I found myself thinking, "Oh, you should just get Harry to let you borrow some of his Felix Felicis, and everything will turn out fine." Yeah. That seriously entered my brain. Fortunately I managed to catch myself before I said it, but for one second, I actually believed that Jason could have taken the potion. I think I know what it feels like to be crazy. Anyone else had a similar experience?

(For those of you not versed in Potter-speak, Felix Felicis is a potion that brings the recipient luck for a day.)

Cuter than a Pygmy Puff and happier than a House-Elf