The next post will be about Harry Potter.

Don't hold me to that. Some time of mine has been freed up. Only, not really. I still have to do things that I neglected to do before. But my immediate work has been lessened, thus given me a keen procrastination opportunity. It seems that some of the slower children in my class were complaining about the workload, and thus, Professor Jon (or, "Pushover Jon" as I will now call him for the duration of this sentence) cut out two [things we have to write about plays] and cut a whole bunch of play from our reading lists. And yet, he spent two whole days talking about the Germans. And on one of these days, he wore a shirt that made me want to punch him. Sigh. I am learning nothing of value and being lead to distraction by wordly concerns.

In other news, a train derailed today. Oh, no one cry, there were no fatalities. Which is unfortunate, because I was an hour and a half late to class because of it. If someone had died, I'm sure my excuse would have been more valid. I hope the train stops sucking, so that I don't have to worry about Buttgers's attendance policies biting me directly in the ass.

So, with all this bidness going on, I have decided to write about the Harry Potter. It will not be today, and it may not be tomorrow, but by gum it'll be better than doing stuff.