*laughs* You people are both the cause of my depression and my antidote.

To random people who will understand what I'm talking about:
Have murdered silver balloon. Balloon is now lying defeated/deflated in my drawer. Note: If wish to hear balloon talking, must put balloon near ear and talk nicely to it. It whispers.
Have been reading and rereading part where Dumbledore talks to Harry in attempt to decrease rate of sniffling. Couldn't care less about rest of book. Am decidedly proud of Ginny.
Stupid part of brain that's in denial claims character didn't die. All Charlotte's fault. Shall now go and hush it.