Tired at 9 PM? I’m an Old Lady.

I hate self portraits like this because they are inherently narcissistic, but I haven't done anything cool enough since Saturday to have a real picture of myself with red hair

I have red hair!  Kind of.  It ended up being more of a tint than a full dye, because I didn't use bleach.  The front is the red-ist.  Also I’m already tired.  I think it’s from staying up late doing research… last Wednesday night.  Because I went to bed at 11:45 last night, the earliest this year.

I am in Gryffindor and (much to his chagrin) Devin is in Huffledor. And we will have Gryffinhuffledor babies.

Welcome to the best blog of the year.  Why?  Because J.K. Rowling has affirmed the premise that I belong in Gryffindor.  Perhaps not personally, but through the site Pottermore.com, which despite Nicole’s bragging about, I started, since I told her about it.  Just kidding.  Sort of.  (Also I'm aware that the title isn't an accurate portrayal of how sorting works [it's not genetic (though I think the Weasleys make a strong case against this- I would've put Percy in Doucherdor) and you can't arbitrarily combine houses, such as "Huffledor", which I put Devin in because he has all the good traits of a Gryffindor but is really friendly/loyal, too, and despite what y'all say, I find Hufflepuff kind of demeaning.].). (<---- Surprise ellipses!)