harry freaking potter!!!

holy quidditch, you guys!!
it's gonna be here in, like, 1.5 hrs!
people in england ALREADY KNOW THE SECRET ENDING!!
i am freaking out.
oh, also, can we talk about how much this sucks?
i pre-ordered, 'cuz duh, like i always do, but this time they had a delux edition available, with a special cover and special art, for roughly $1,000,000, so i totally bought that one because it's the LAST book in the series.
and then i got a call from my local independent book seller that my DELUX, $1,000,000 version wasn't coming until....wait for it....wait for it....TUESDAY.
sha-ZAM.
totally bammer.
i am basically going to be a one woman media black-out zone until next friday or something.
it's like i am a fan of a popular show, whose season finale i missed, and i have to avoid anyone ruining the surprises for me.
except instead of some dumb show that sucks, it's an entire book series that was awesome.
still, i'm brimming with excitement, trepidation, anticipation, etc.
VERY EXCITED.
don't tell me what happens.
it's going to be amazing, though, probably.

also, this weekend at my mom's was fucking difficult, but i am not in the mood to go into it. suffice it to say, it was tuff, and i was sad and mad and tired and embarassed and frustrated, all at the same time.
and, eventually, i left feeling marginally more positive than i thought i would.
i have to keep the hope alive, perhaps in spite of medical evidence to the contrary, that the mom i love and miss might be hiding beneath this old lady-smelling, pajamas-all-the-time- wearing, forgetting what she's saying mid-sentence, visitor from another planet/century whose home i am staying at as my part-time job.
i connected with jerr-bear in a really great, positive way today, and that felt good.
all the errands i tried to run with her ended in annoyance, none ended in success except getting my poor filthy car washed. (seriously, if my car was a person, she'd have been a normal classy lady, dressed in a business suit made of bird poop, pee, mud and...um...sunscreen. (lotsa greasy sunscreen fingerprints on my little lady.)
she's clean as a whistle now, though. ukiah pricing is brilliantly affordable. $17 for the carwash i usually pay $30 for in san rafael. i guess it pays to get my carwashing done in the poorest county in california.
tomorrow, we babysit the little tater tot, starting at 8:15am. anyone want to hang out with maybe the cutest baby ever borned?