The Harry Potter release is making Thursday night at midnight quite magical. (Or is that Friday morning at midnight?) The quintessential fight between good and evil of our childhoods will culminate in a glorious approximately two-hour blitz of emotion. You’ll be able to find me in a theater somewhere with a tissue and the books clutched to my chest…all seven of them. So the weather will in fact be quite dreary because, you know, everyone dies. Oops! Spoiler! I just couldn’t resist.

Tomorrow’s forecast: Sunny, cloudy, I can’t tell. Every day changes here. I can’t tell if I live in Santa Barbara or fucking England. Bloody ’ell!