Back from Hogwarts
(This is a picture of me in a more evolved form - just for fun). I have no solid evidence that anyone reads my blog, which is fine, so I'm going to ramble a bit. This blog seems to have two purposes: I occasionally like to leave a comment on someone else's blog, and I thought it was only proper that I have a blog that the person could reference if they like. It is also good for clearing out those thoughts that seem to need expression, but have no particular purpose. I could go into detail about every little thing that happens to me, or that I think about, but most of that I like to keep to myself, and I can't imagine anyone being interested in all of that. I'm not even interested in it. At the moment I have a routine for living, although I am considering making dramatic changes that could make for good reading (or fun writing). The highlight of this week was reading Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. I thought it was high-time that I find out what all of the hub-bub is about. I liked it just fine. I went through a similar thing with The Lord of the Rings when I was a youngster, although it was confined to my circle of friends, rather than a world-wide phenom. But for a while we were obsessed with all things Tolkien. At any rate, I discovered that I'm not a Muggle, which I'm sure every reader of the book soon discovers about themselves (don't they?). I have two brooms in my closet, and I'm sure I could get one of them to fly if I can just work it right.