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Well, I finished the Harry Potter book, and no-one spoiled it for me.  As a matter of fact, it didn't even really come up.  Once again, I stressed entirely too much about something which really, really didn't matter all that much. 

The book was good.  It left me wanting a bit, but that's really just to be expected.  I am both vaguely annoyed and extremely pleased that J.K. Rowling has expressed no desire to continue the series.  It finished well... I just crave further details. 

And that's all I'm going to say about that, despite the fact that most people who care will have already read the book cover-to-cover by now. 

In other news, my apartment is infested with small black beetles (at least they're not cockroaches), the politics around here are driving me nuts, and I am very much done with this place.  Two weeks to go... 

Oh yes, and my lip is bleeding from where I re-bit the same spot that I've bitten at least three previous times in the past week.  I may swear off chewing gum for good...