I'm surrounded by goddamn Wizards.
I almost hit a line of kids in witch hats crossing the street on my way home from work. There's two dozen freaks in plastic black cloaks and wire-rimmed glasses playing Quidditch in the park across the street from my home. After
Olive went number two on our evening walk I saw a fat kid with a lightning bolt drawn on her forehead; it took all my resolve not to whip the baggie at her parents for letting her leave the house like that.
Tomorrow can't come soon enough.