Speaking of Event Movies, I liked the second Harry Potter film much better than the first. Partially because The Chamber of Secrets was my least favorite of the books, and the film improved on the things I didn't like. In the book, I hated Gilderoy Lockhart; in the film, he is hilarious. Dobby made me laugh once or twice too, and I detested the book-Dobby.

Also in the film, there is a wonderful charming harmony among the three leads. In the book, Hermione was doing some house-elf emancipation thing (good point, but still) and fighting with Ron and Harry. And Harry was in trouble the whole time, and it made me uncomfortable. Can I just ask, while I'm on the subject, what is it about Alan Rickman as Snape? He's not even good looking, and yet he makes my panties melt.

While I'm on the subject of pop-culture, I finally figured out how to work my VCR properly and caught Angel yesterday, for the first time in weeks. Please somebody tell me the whole Cordelia/Connor thing was taking place in some alternate universe, because-- yuck. She was that kid's surrogate mother, and she had sex with him. That was disturbing. Edgy and ballsy, which I admire -- but disturbing all the same.

I'm having the hardest time answering my email-- my period retardation has not gone away, although at this point, it has no excuse. I have a lot of things to say to a lot of fabulous people, but no motivation to slog through the backlog. I wish I could answer my email psychically. I really wish I could hire an assistant and dictate my email replies. If I had a lot of money, it's the first thing I would do. Hire someone to do poetry submissions for me and answer my email and do my dirty work. Someone organized, unlike me.

Oh, hey---

(That's ironic. I typed "Oh, hey" and then turned away for a second, and now I have no idea what I was going to say. It was going to be something wholly unconnected with anything in the rest of this entry, that much I know. Aah, well. I'll think of something else.)

Oh, hey! I was nominated for an entry award in the Diarist Awards. That is hella cool. The only entry nomination I've ever gotten before was for an entry I didn't write. Possibly because I tend to write entries that are all over the place. As if I had to spell that out for you, reader of this very entry. At any rate, thank you!

I got a call from my vet this morning. Apparently the very first antibiotic I got, the vial of torture, is the correct one for this bacteria. Now I am thinking that in the process of catching Pigwidgeon and giving him the stuff, I messed up somehow. I am trying to worry slightly less about hurting him this time around, and slightly more about getting the medicine in his little mouth. He protests angrily every time I pick up the vial of torture (he knows what's about to happen) but he seems to be getting slightly better.

I am going to feel like an idiot if this turned out to be my own stupidity that prolonged his illness. On the other hand, if this medicine fixes him, you have no idea how happy I will be. In light of what happened to Cassie, I've not had much hope. My heart has just been constricted with fear for weeks and weeks and-- months, I guess. It's nice to feel hopeful again.

I wonder what it's going to be like when school is over. I start to plan out budgets, and then I realize there are far too many variables to plan that far ahead. My thesis will be done and I will need to look for work. I can't even wrap my brain around that, but it's two months away. I better get going on that brain-wrapping thing.

I may move away from here, this city I have come to love. It's wonderful, but I'm starting to feel itchy to move. Or, if not to move, to get on to the next adventure-- maybe it's general itchyness.