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A blur of manic activity this weekend has resulted in a reasonable tally of success over the last few days, although unfortunately it's left me all exhausted, like, instead of preening self. Things Achieved include:

• About 6000 words, or, in other words, about 3000 words more than I should. The Tolkien paper is down, dead, killed, buried at the crossroads with a chunk of mallorn through its horrible little syrupy Elven heart. *pauses to dance triumphantly on recumbent corpse*. Managed to achieve pseudo-academic analysis of both Orli and Elijah, so go me. Have shunted the finished product off to run the gauntlet of the Dread Editorial Eye, but, frankly, if she doesn't like it, I'll submit it elsewhere. Buggered if I'm rewriting after all that.
• A Falkenstein session in which I actually managed to get almost all the characters into the same combat at approximately the same time, if only for a minute or so. I'm contemplating tying them together with string.
• The complete and utter over-feeding of jo&stv on Saturday night. Mr. Creosote was invoked. *brief culinary heh*. Unfortunately, they left the house, groaning and weaving, only to discover that some child of unmarried parents had tried to break into the Roachmobile, buggering up the ignition. It's because of the crime. Since locksmiths are dead expensive over the weekend, they decided to leave the car in our yard until Monday, which entailed the four of us, more than somewhat tipsy and giggling, trying to push a big roach-infested Merc with defunct power steering up into our yard over a ditch, a rise and a large mole-hill. We succeeded, but my Mermaid only just fitted in beside it. If said Mermaid has acquired roaches, incidentally, There Will Be A Reckoning. *mutters dire imprecations*
• The drastic shortening of my Disney lectures, which is sad, but necessary since I have fewer lectures this year. Fortunately, the new, leaner, meaner, honed version seems to be packing more of an argumentative punch, since the Dear Little Students seem stunned into silence, offering minimal heckling. I suspect that, in fact, years of fielding the disagreements have caused me to gradually factor the rebuttal into the lecture first off, and I'm leaving them with not too much to say. *achieves academic nirvana*.
• Vindication. bumpycat and starmadeshadow have got it together, which I have been darkly predicting since the latter left for the exotic temptations of London. *scores one for the mystic gypsy seer bit*. It's all the fancy dress, I say.

Stv, nice man, brought me lots and lots of new Murakami to read, but in fact this is causing me frustration and angst since I have to read and review two Serious South African Novels in a hurry, first. Pardon while I retch.