Rebecca has the bitchiest sister in the world!

Apologies for my long absence, but I've barely had time to read the book lately, much less make entries in this journal. On Wednesday, I drove over the Mississippi to Port Allen right after work to attend the opening of a museum exhibit on Oskar Schindler. I heard an amazing, inspirational testimony from a Holocaust survivor named Sigmund Boraks, who had been imprisoned at Auschwitz, came to America after the war, and now lives in New Orleans and still bears a number on his arm. I cannot even describe how his speech made me feel. Persecuted, beaten, starved, shot at, even forced to dig his own grave, but he survived it all, and sixty years later, I hear him tell his story. There are no words to describe how it made me feel.

On Thursday night, Sara and I attended a production of Peter Pan at the Baton Rouge Little Theater. For the most part, I enjoyed it, despite some dreary performances (some of the actors were only in high school and had weak singing voices) and a gross misinterpretation of the story by the director. Judging from what she wrote in the program, she has probably never read the book in her life. Of course, it could not compare to the Cathy Rigby production that I saw in Houston last May, but fittingly, I did arrive at the Baton Rouge show late, as I had done for the Rigby show.

I had another Potter-related dream this week. I can't remember it well, but it involved the Order of the Phoenix at their new headquarters (and I still haven't found out where that is), and one of the male members had no shirt on. I hope it wasn't Albus or Snape or Remus or Moody or Mr. Weasley. Yuck.

I spent most of Friday packing and preparing for the trip here to Lake Charles. Since I didn't have time to read Chapter 6, "Draco's Detour," on Thursday, Sara read it to me in the truck during the drive. Not the best idea, considering how hard I stomped on the gas pedal when I heard Narcissa Malfoy's comment about Sirius. That means I'm one chapter behind my goal of a chapter a day. Perhaps I'll make it up by reading two chapters today. Sara has bet me I won't be able to stop reading after Chapter 7, "The Slug Club." She also said that Draco has a very dramatic scene later on, and she doubts that Tom Felton, the actor who plays Draco in the movies, will be able to handle it.

Sara is going to drive me crazy soon. I have asked her repeatedly not to tell me what happens later in the book, but she just won't shut up. She hasn't told me that Albus is going to die, but she may as well have. Yesterday when she was reading to me, she read the line, "Dumbledore isn't always going to be around to protect you, you know," and then she gave me this long sideways look. She is always dropping annoying little hints like that. I am so mad that I could murder her. I asked her to stop it, and she started mocking me: "What are you gonna do if I tell you who dies? What are you gonna do? Huh, huh? If I want to tell you, you can't stop me! What do you think of that? Huh, huh?" And guess what I was doing while she was being such a bitch? I was driving her across the state from Baton Rouge to Lake Charles, and I had to drive the entire way because Sara is twenty-two and still doesn't have a license (only a learner's permit, which she has conveniently "lost"). My back is still sore from all of it, but she doesn't care. I hope my next entry doesn't find me in prison convicted of murdering her.