BA countdown...

Nine hours and fifteen pages to go. Woot.

stop it!

Oh, god, I can't crash yet. My body is not allowed to shut down yet. I still have a little more than four hours and eight pages to go.

eta: Managed to salvage a sizeable chunk of my original draft for the final one. Three more hours, four more pages. Feeling slightly less frightened now.

B.A. DONE.

It may well be crap, but I certainly can't tell. At least most of it is different crap than in the draft. It's also a page shorter than it's supposed to be, but when it's a difference between 19 and 20 pages, I don't think the profs will care all that much, and fuck it, I'm out of things to say.

To do: print out, put in profs' boxes, grab breakfast, GO TO SLEEP.

Good morning.

one down, two to do

Next up: Tolkien final, due 5pm tomorrow. Need to finish fic, then write 5-7 page paper explaining why my story has "depth" and its relationship to Tolkien's "majestic whole." Well, the fic part should be fun, at least, although no one reads it except me. :)

First, though, I believe I shall watch the last disk of LotR, to put me in a properly hobbity sort of mood...

moving smartly along...

The Jewels of the Sea, part 4/6
a Fourth Age hobbit fic
by kaydee falls
part 1 . 2 . 3

( It was an island, albeit a small one. )