I Hate Being Sick

I'm sick. I hate being sick. I have like no energy and I've been really nauseous. It's not a lot of fun. Hopefully it'll go away soon. Like tomorrow.

Saw Harry Potter on Monday. I didn't like it as much as the other two. Maybe because I love the book and am more picky with it. I hadn't read Philospher's Stone when I saw the movie and I'm not that fond of Chamber of Secrets the book (it's my least favourite of the five), so I had the least expectatins for it. Still, PoA wasn't bad, in fact it was quite good. It just wasn't as good as I wanted it to be.

The Stone's up. I went to see it on Sunday. It hurt just looking at it, seeing his name written there and knowing it's real, permananet. I'm not gonna wake up and have it all be a bad dream. No matter how much I want it to be.

I don't get to go back. I know that and slowly, but surely I'm starting to move on. Taking it day by day. I'm getting there. Really, I am.