So very, very tired. Got woken up by noise of neighbours setting up garage sale after only about 7 hours sleep. Went and bought OotP from local bookshop - staff were dressed up, as were some of the kids, a nearby shop came past selling HP-themed cupcakes, and the bookstore owner read the first paragraph on ABC radio at just after 9am. I was leaving with my book when he was on the phone waiting to start. Sadly, when we got home at about 9:15, the hairdressers had just rung, asking whether I was keeping my 9am appointment! I'd completely and utterly forgotten about it, to the extent that I'd been thinking of making one and it never even crossed my mind that I'd made one last time I'd been there. So I set off to that, and dad got the book.
At least my regrowth is gone now.
At least my regrowth is gone now.