So Shelby and I were supposed to go see Deathly Hallows Pt 2 at midnight... but my teeth were in screaming pain because I had them whitened this morning (I was expecting sensitivity, but nothing this bad); the doctor prescribed me some vicodin but it makes me loopy. And then Shelby somehow got a bad case of eyestrain. Ain't we a pair? So I have to eat the tickets I had prepaid for, which sucks, and we're going to plan on Saturday a.m. instead.
In other words -- talk to me about HP and... *points to icon* :D