It's come and gone. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 has been released and I have seen it.
It's officially the end. I have no excuses now. I R GROWNUP!
I was so excited to finally see Harry triumph over Voldermort that I momentarily forgot to be sad that it was over. As a true nerd, I saw the movie the day it came out. Alex took and wasn't too ashamed to sit beside me while I cuddled my hand knitted Dobby toy and cried my way through 2 hours and 10 minutes of sheer awesome. I think he kind of understood how emotionally attached I've become to HP. To borrow a phrase from 'Whip It' I had a fat kid sits inside and reads a book phase, so I was pretty much married to the HP books.
I will admit that I'm over my wee breakdown - HP ended and I nearly died. I'm over it now, it's all good. I'll find something else to occupy my obsessive side. Maybe, finally, fitness will prevail for once :P
