It's 11:52 and 32 seconds (33, 34, 35, 36...) and I'm off to the local book sellers to purchase Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Any guesses as to whether I will finish unpacking my suitcase? Whether the hall will get vacuumed? Dishes washed? Cat fed?
I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count.
I asked my trusty Magic 8-Ball and it replied, "Outlook not so good."
And for the PETA-philes, don't worry. The cat will get fed, but only because I've filled her bowl to the very top.
She better pace herself.