… And by that, I mean ‘Tomorrow’. You know, the one that goes, “Toooooo-morrow, tooooooo-morrow, I love ya, to-morrow, you’re only a day a-way!”?

You may have gleaned that I am a massive Harry Potter fan (make that a complete fanatic), and from seven o’clock tonight (which is an hour and ten minutes from now), my computer is going to be turned off.

I will not be getting online until approximately quarter past eight tomorrow night, just after Doctor Who, and when I do, I may blog or I may not. But whatever I write, it will be password-protected. I don’t mind if people don’t read it - I honestly will probably just want to get all my thoughts down, for me, you know.

I am rather amazed at how I have successfully evaded any manner of spoiler. I don’t want to know anything. I’m so militant that here’s what I plan to do between seven o’clock and nine o’clock tomorrow morning:

• Totally avoid watching television in case there is news.
• Re-read Half-Blood Prince to ‘catch up’ … for about the thirtieth time.
• Play a lot of Zelda: Twilight Princess and finish City in the Sky (the third last dungeon).
• Go to bed.
• My alarm on my mobile phone is set for 7:30 AM, and my dad has kindly offered to take me to Dymocks, where my pre-ordered children’s edition of Deathly Hallows shall be waiting for me.
• We shall go to Dymocks.
• Dad shall laugh at the measures I will take to avoid spoilers.
• I shall wear earplugs, or else my iPod mini in my ears.
• I shall punch any stupid person who might dare to breathe a word of the plot while I wait in the queue.
• And then I shall punch them again.
• Go home, lie on bed, open book.
• Read.
• Finish book in three hours or less.
• Read it again.
• It’s over.
• Watch Doctor Who.

It’s going to be over.

Less than twenty-four hours from now, it’s going to be over.

I feel quite conflicted emotionally, actually.

You might say it’s just a book, but I grew up with Harry and his friends. I say that because I was quite young (about 12) when I started reading the books. Actually, I hated them at first. I threw Philosopher’s Stone at the wall! So as Harry was walking his life’s path through his years at Hogwarts and experiencing growing up and adolescence, I was going through the same sort of things. I think that’s why I love these books so much.

Well, see you all on the flip side - bet you I can finish it first!