phinnia | Jan. 11th, 2005

My Tolkien class rocks, as I knew it would, yes precious. Sean was awake until 4 AM because he has a vague cold, so I'm working on about 3 of my previous nine or ten cylinders, or something. So now I have to read the hobbit by Thursday because I already missed the bit where she assigned the previous 2/3 of the book. I vaguely feel like an idiot because it's been so long since I've taken high-level lit criticism that I've gotten out of the swing of it all, and they're talking about syllogisms and analogies to myth and I'm sitting here going 'uh, right, yeah, all that stuff there'. My professor is a teeny little person (shorter than I am, and I'm 5'4") and teaches the entire class except for the occasional board writing parts by standing on a DESK. She also enjoys making linguistic comparisons to Norwegian.
I have something (one of those stupid LAUNDRY LIST ASSIGNMENTS argh hate) due tomorrow which is going to do well to be coherent. Neither was the last one though, and he didn't appear to hate that one, so there you are.
One pot of coffee, IV push ... *peers mournfully at cup* I can see the bottom ...