november 17, 2001. Harry Potter: I spoiled it for myself by directing my own movie in my head. I spent far too much time thinking they played the stresses wrong in that scene and why doesn't he say this. I missed the internal monologues in the book fiercely, not just the British wit but the internal victories of Harry that were completely shuttered to to the movie audience. I almost wish I hadn't read the books first; it would've been a better journey in reverse. When I could pull myself out of my ego, it was a very nice movie. The Quidditch and Wizard Chess scenes were incredible. Also, the first Potions class made me melt. I just wish they had made Snape as much of an asshole as he is in the book. In the movie he had black messy hair & acted suspiciously, which is hardly reason for launching that kind of Boy's Own crusade. Quibble quibble. As Spider Robinson wrote, "the distance on the scale between lousy and excellent is nothing compared to the distance between excellent and perfect." But when that's the big criticism, I'd say it has done well. Since it was 1 a.m. before I got to sleep, I greeted the world in a less-than-perky manner this morning. I managed to forget about it during SMILE, but the walk up the hill on an empty stomach was excruciating. We had promised to drop in on the peace rally taking place on campus, and somehow we were ended up marching & shouting through the streets. A fun, if not particularly effective way to spend an afternoon, and it wore me out completely. By the time we made it in for soup & crackers I felt an awful tightness in my chest that had me wondering if it was time to start grappling with the heart disease that plagues my family. It hasn't gone away either, despite 2 meals and a long nap that has made me headachey and hard to please. I think I should cut my losses, do some yoga & go to bed. I can't imagining feeling any better without a good 10 hours of sleep. (Blech) slightly later: Much better. Good old yoga. this time 3 years ago: worst. break-up. ever.