typos abound at 2am...how many can you find?

So. The Harry Potter party is over. At last. I kinda wish I'd already read the middle four books so I could've bought one tonight and had it mean something...something like, "Hey, I'm going to go home and be so excited and read and woohoo." Instead, I'm sitting on my bed with one of those cups that has water in the sides (you know, you put it in the freezer and it becomes a "frosty mug" ideal for root beer floats and stuff) on my knee...because we don't have any other form of ice (frozen mug verses frozen chicken breast...no contest, really)...because the store was so crowded that I rammed my knee into one of the shelves. And I'm not completely sure how or why. But my knee is swollen.

We did a countdown. I got to be the one to pull the first book out of the box. Maybe I'll write more later...when I'm not so tired and swollen.