I am disgruntled.
I make plans. They fail.
I am a designer by day and asleep at night. And awake again at absurd hours of the morning.
My life is average. I work more than I should and spend the rest of my time commuting and for all the buses that I take every day of every week of every endless year, I’m afraid I’m going nowhere.
I want time. I want money. I want to be able to teleport. Or apparate. I want access to a fucking Floo Network!
Find me a time saver of a curious and amazing kind and I will give you a cookie. Find me a time turner and I will go back and change things around over and over again until I am happy and I will owe you for ever.
I want an eternal Saturday.