Harry Potter Haze

I wish I weren't a muggle.

I want to do magic with a wand that has chosen me. I want to live in a world with ultimate possibilities...where good triumphs over evil.

Is that so much to ask?

I have to face reality tomorrow, after being in a Harry Potter-induced coma for over a week now. I've been sitting, still, but also reading the last two books in the series. I've accomplished a minor goal, and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. The last journey is great, and I won't spoil it for anyone who still needs to read the book.

But now it's over. I only have around 9 days of summer left, and I'm experiencing anxiety at new levels. Crap. I never learned the programs, and I only work with Jared for 3 more days. I'm screwed in a lightbulb.

Maybe not. I have plans, and dreams, and energy to give. Shit that's vague. Jack sparked something in me this summer at that class at the UI, so I need to channel that and conquer the haze. . .

. . .and make magic happen in that classroom.