I am staying up late watching “Sense and Sensibility” for a paper that is due on Thursday. Yummy. Full of feminist claptrap and bs (my paper, not the movie).

So quickly before I get a phone call or fall asleep, I am enjoying Hugh Grant and Alan Rickman. The more I see of Alan Rickman the more I like. So long as it’s not Die Hard. I love his voice– same with Hugh Grant.

Speaking of Alan Rickman, the more I hear him speaking, the more I am thinking about Professor Snape (who would absolutely rock as a teacher– there is no way any of his students could say that they didn’t learn anything about potions). The whole Snape story arch in Harry Potter killed me. The end was so fucking heart wrenching that it took me about a year to get over it. I just realized that July has come and past almost– without a new Harry Potter. I am kind of sad.