so you know that bit at the beginning of hbp where harry is looking out the window waiting for dumbledore.
and he hasn't packed because he just can't actually believe that he is coming to collect him, so soon, or at all, and it all seems just too good to be true?
well that's me.
my house is a disaster. i only have some of the things i need for dinner.
but i just can't make myself get it done.
because it might jinx it.
it being that my
miss_diverse is coming here. to my actual house. TODAY!!!!!
i'm trying to be positive but i couldn't stand it if i got a phone call "oh we're so sorry, Q. the car broke down/ hubby had to go to work/ we didn't feel like it after all"...
*wibbleflail*