Tired

Harry Potter opened last night. And I didn’t go to see it. I hate staying up really late, especially when I have to get up early the next morning. And the movie just isn’t quite important enough to me to be there for the midnight showing.

Frankly, I care far less about the movies than the books (although I enjoy the movies), so I don’t feel like I have to be there the moment it opens.

My whole family went to see the second HP movie when it opened at midnight. I had a debate tournament the next morning that began at nine a.m. (and had just finished a speech tournament that evening), and my most vivid memories of that movie are trying desperately to stay awake and failing miserable for the last quarter. And then the next morning I nearly died when the alarm went off.

I feel like an old person.