Rachel Platten? Pfft, she’s just a gateway drug.
The blog post I planned for today was gonna be pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.
Because I can’t think of anything specific to blog about right now, I’m going to free write.
Last night, in the doctor’s office of all places, my mother and I had another conversation about fictional characters.
If we were in London – or Scotland, for that matter – and I was feeling blah like I am right now, I could simply cast a patronus, eat some chocolate and be all better. But because this isn’t Hogwarts and magic as J.K. Rowling defines it doesn’t exist, I have to make do with… Continue reading When Patronuses Fail