(insert screams of pain) oh my lord, my stalking muscles kill. i am so out of shape. it hurts to lean forward, it hurts to walk up stairs... who am i kidding, continued existence hurts. but on the up side, i've been laying in bed all day, and i am now exactly half way through book 5. i'd forgotten the activation phrase for the marauder's map is "i solemnly swear i am up to no good." i think we should all be required to swear we are up to no good every now and then. for official purposes.

(insert afterthought) gordon j. binky III's chariot of doom could use a good cleaning. and i could use a good sandwich. just thought i'd let you know.