I have several assignments I should be working on. I have pages of notes that are screaming to be written. There are general house-cleaning chores impatiently waiting to be completed.
Instead, I went on Pottermore and amused myself for over an hour.
Then this happened:
I put in a splash too much of Flobberworm mucus, and BOOM! My cauldron exploded. I now need to get a new one, and regain the five points that I lost from my house.
Clearly, an exploding cauldron is the Universe’s way of telling me to get my arse back into my seat and get some actual work done.
So… Geez, Universe. Fine. You could’ve asked nicely, you know…
- Love The Bad Guy