I think I'm up to 79 footnotes

The paper is done. The graphics, not so much, but those will be easier now that I have the text figured out. Silliness has to be inserted. Must make Tickle-me-Elmo jokes when discussing Olwe and Elwe's brother.

Anyhow, it was a very LOTR-evening. I spent from 7pm to 10:30pm at McDonalds again, working on my paper. I am well aware that when I am home, there are way too many distractions. Muses have fled or are at least staying out of the way. Except for Fingon and Elrond. Fingon's very clingy, and Elrond just gives me the look that says 'I'm sitting on this couch and you can't make me leave'.

Even the king's vacated his playstation. That's practically unheard of.

Bought new big luggage piece today. My luggage was previously small, which, not so good with Dragoncon and all the stuffs needed. So, this year, I will have enough room without it bulging all over. It's that standard green-grey color, but it's happily a cross between Mirkwood and Lothlorien. With real balrog hide handles. Okay, maybe not that. I will have to get more purple duct tape (all of our luggage has big purple duct tape pieces on it, so too must this one be marked).

I still need to pick out my pieces for the fanfic session. Have seriously considered using 'Regarding Assholes' as the piece I read. Still considering it.

Beginning to wish I hadn't suggested the Children of Hurin panel. Anyone going to DC, don't read the next line.

I have no clue what we're going to do for it yet - yup, no idea.. and I'm pretty sure Mir's aware of that, because with everything else, I'm like, here's the plan, and with that, I'm all, yeah... Hurin... had some kids... book really should be called 'Turin's Adventure'... so... about those... um... goats...

Okay, where were we... car. Car cost me 400 bucks yesterday. Not happy with car. Had Zee on IM for moral support. Was also at McDonalds while car was being fixed yesterday. Getting very used to that place.

Speaking of again, the clerk at the counter, when I finished my paper, she asked me what I was working on. "You know Lord of the Rings?" I asked.

Oh, yes she did. And then, she told me about her friend, who 'speaks Elvish and is working on the Dwarf language'. Ooo... well... good luck on that, not much Dwarvish is known. 'She calls me 'little one' or something' she said... 'Like, pen-neth?'.... 'Yeah!'...

So, we chatted, I shared info, go to Marquette, yes I really have 200 some books and crits, yeah, this is my hobby, it's what I do.

Then, about an hour later, guy sits down at the next table and looks over. "Excuse me, I just have to ask, are you writing a book?".... (after I giggle)"Actually, not today, I'm writing a paper that I'm presenting in Atlanta in about a week... ever hear of Lord of the Rings?"

I was then asked to explain the message of the book... the religious conotations... then, he says, "Excuse me, I just have to ask, are you Native American?"

Ah, this always makes me happy when people figure that one out. Yup, yup! And that's about when I realized, I must be so interested in Tolkien's crazy genealogy because of my own crazy genealogy. I feel a little like a peredhel, sort of, being part native and part European. ('cept I guess I'd be the kind of peredhel that went with Elf, considering that's how I'm technically listed on all such legal documents and things... um, Native American, not Elven, that is... *wonders if they'd catch it if I checked other and wrote in Noldorin next time I have to fill one of those out*)

Sure, I'm awake...

My day's been going for 54 minutes thus far. I woke up to the sound of "Jenni! Jenni! Look at the clock!"

Um... when I hear that, it means, I probably don't want to look at the clock...

8am exactly. Right when I should be turning my key in the door to the library. And of course, I told the rest of the staff, don't worry, I'll open.

Somehow, I made it from my bed to my desk in 15 minutes. And, I even remembered to put clothes on. There was no one waiting, so that was at least good.

The golden white cloud is missing from the tank. Snail looks content. Not dwelling on that.

Goose flock outside seems to have flown away for the year. Probably best they did that on the weekend so that I didn't get all sad seeing them go while I was here. Of Sam and Rosie's six, five made it to adulthood. I don't know what happened to little Faramir, but I know there are coyotes around.

Actually, there is one left. Meriadoc, whose leg was in a fix earlier this year, now has an injured wing. He gave me quite the sad goosey look as I made my way up to the building. I'm a little concerned about him, since it means his goose-wife left him here and went with the rest of them.

Then, at 8:50, the school president wanders in with the vice pres. I am so totally happy that I grabbed nice clothes this morning in my haste instead of my usual 'I'm late, where's my tshirt?' (I have a couple 'suitable for work' tees for emergencies, most have the logo or something on them, but I've got some reading ones too that work... actually, we don't have a dress code, so technically, I could wear whatever, but I'm thinking coming to work in my 'Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition!' shirt is in bad form)

So that's the buzz. Oh, and I turned on IM to get radio access, and find this on my messages; it's from my sister, Monty:

Monty: I know you aren't on but I just got an idea that I had to share with you, as no one else wants to hear any more of my 'why book 7 wasn't a book but a bad fanfic' and maybe you don't want to hear either but you're going to... so Regulus, couldn't have died the way he did, hence he isn't died... the reason Kreature already knew that the cave had the potion in it that needed someone to drink it and he also knew that you would need to drink water right away after and he also knew that the zobie things were in the water so he would have said 'hey Reg take some water along dude' well maybe not in those words but still he would have told him what the potion did and Regulus being smart ( he knew enough to make the fake note and locket and everything ) would have though if the water is filled with-

Monty: ---things that want to kill me when I touch it... I should bring some bottled water along... Come on how stupid is that if he didn't. So yet another reason why things to match up. Regulus can't be dead, any moron would have known to bring some water to drink, and there for not dead. *nods* That is all. Love you

And so now, you've heard her theory no one wants to hear, too ;-)

^_^ I love her.

Oh! and why did I oversleep and get here late? Dad bought a new computer yesterday... evil vista... I was there past midnight helping... gah! and the techs DID NOT TELL HIM that things like his four year old printer wouldn't work with it and he'd need a new driver and a patch and an adapter and other such things of that sort... nope, just sent him home with the computer... and then after they bought the service plan, they called and they were told they still had to pay fifty bucks per half hour for assistance on the phone... oi! He was about ready to take it back, so I went over for moral support and brought over a copy of the printer driver and such. Gotta love these experts who don't know what they're doing (regarding the people at the store, not dad... I was impressed; dad was sailing through figuring out the new excel once the computer was working)