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I definitely did a face bust in my front yard last night when I was going back to work from lunch. Just swishing along, happy I was so awake at 3am when BAM crack my shin into the lawnmower and crashed right over it into the newly hardened mud. Ouch. I am so sore today, and working tonight will not be fun.
Speaking of work, I'm supposed to go in for my last night July 20th. You know, the day that becomes July 21st at the stroke of midnight? Yeah, they're already talking Harry Potter plans, they think they have this great system that will encourage people to shop instead of waiting by the cash registers in a mob.
Wristbands.
Yes, Wal-Mart will distribute "House" wristbands and call people up starting with Gryffindor and going down to Hufflepuff. Yeah, that's not going to clusterfuck. Special. I've never been to any kind of midnight release, and I can't stop imagining some idiot yelling spoilers and then getting beaten to death by shopping bags.
Luckily for me, I'm having a root canal done that morning (never thought I'd say that). So at the slightest anxiety attack at too many people/too much insanity I have the perfect excuse to run away.
Speaking of work, I'm supposed to go in for my last night July 20th. You know, the day that becomes July 21st at the stroke of midnight? Yeah, they're already talking Harry Potter plans, they think they have this great system that will encourage people to shop instead of waiting by the cash registers in a mob.
Wristbands.
Yes, Wal-Mart will distribute "House" wristbands and call people up starting with Gryffindor and going down to Hufflepuff. Yeah, that's not going to clusterfuck. Special. I've never been to any kind of midnight release, and I can't stop imagining some idiot yelling spoilers and then getting beaten to death by shopping bags.
Luckily for me, I'm having a root canal done that morning (never thought I'd say that). So at the slightest anxiety attack at too many people/too much insanity I have the perfect excuse to run away.