Today I spent three hours in the sun re-reading the final Harry Potter book. It was just as good as I remembered, and thankfully I was alone at the time because I cried like a baby at the end. I have the feeling that no matter how often I read it, crying is going to be involved.

Also, I have formed an inexplicable tic-tac addiction. Where it has come from I don't know, but I can't stop downing the wintergreen ones. They make my mouth all minty and fresh and tingly. I like it.

Last night's 30 Rock was hilarious and I loved the Liz/Jack interaction. Plus, a new word to replace blerg! Personally, I'm not so sure how I feel about meert; I really was a fan of blerg.

Am off to watch BSG, thankfully without the Fatherman. He's one of those people that insists on talking during the episode. It drives me crazy! Why do people do that?