Ow.

Have somehow managed to make right leg very, very sore. I hobbled around campus (My campus is one of those that needs a three-dimensional model, not a plain map, to communicate the sheer... three-dimensional-ness of it. Third floors segue into first floors. I'm not even kidding.) for three days, flinching and swearing under my breath ("gods damn, gods damn!") and almost killing myself getting down the hill to the train station in the foulest stretch of weather I've yet seen here. Winter is apparently deciding to start its swan song NOW, just to make sure all the final flourishes, crescendos and crashing kettledrums can be fully appreciated before Spring finally arrives. (I always imagine spring with flutes. Thank you, Grieg.) So, what with lugging the weight of a small child in textbooks around and not being able to drag even myself along, I had to call for pick-up from the train station to home. Very pathetic. Am kinda amused at own helplessness, but would really appreciate being able to walk properly right now.
I guess not everyone can manage to incapacitate themselves and have no clue how it happened.
Yes, that was a totally transparent attempt to find a silver lining.

Ok, /gratuitous parentheses, and /self-pity.


I promised a review of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Warning: I've had time to percolate my ideas a little, and the result is more a generalised and lengthy grumble than a systematic review. Anyway, here it is, a week or so late:

( Cut for spoilers and length )


PS: Can't believe I never made a Harry Potter tag before this entry. I am a disloyal fan.
PPS: When I was looking for the comparison cartoons, I also found this, which is hilarious.