There's only about 12 more hours left.
I have to work at both of my jobs, and thus far, it is excruciating.
There's a terrible conflict within me, like brother wands forced to battle each other. I have been waiting for this for ages and yet... this is the end. Are we ready to say goodbye to Harry? Not by a long shot, but this does mark an end of an era, both for the world and for the private me.

For so many, this series has acted as an escape, a crutch, and a perfectly good excuse for a party. Fans will go on loving the books/movies and pass them on to new generations of witches and wizards.

It does not stop my heart from breaking, for this, my childhood, is on it's last few pages. And while I do look forward to what will happen next in my life's story, I will always find time to look back on my past chapters spent swooning over Harry, Ron, Hermione, Professor Snape and Hogwarts.

Today, I skip around in the countdown a bit for a more appropriate image for this entry:

I will miss the midnight releases, the riddikulus lines, over-priced tickets and popcorn, the 'freaks' dressed like wizards including myself, and the complete madness of it all. Tonight as the credits light my tear-stained face, I will raise my ambivalent wand in the air and say, "Mischief managed."