So.
Prisoner of Azkaban was good. I want to shag about two thirds of the cast even more than I did before because I am a pervert, along with the rest of the world.
And I shall leave you with that thought, rather than dragging you into the mire of depression that I sink into when I'm lonely.
Yay depression.
It's mood swings like this that make me wish I was physically capable of forcing myself to take medication. But the crippling inability to do anything and the constant need to cry would make it difficult. So I just wind up sleeping a lot.
And I'll shut up now. It's too fucking much effort to type.