My dreams last night ran the gamut, from trying to explain to somebody how David Eddings is a lazy writer, to writing an lj post about a dream I'd had earlier in the night, which itself was
The Lord of the Rings with
The Flying Dutchman added in.
( What follows is maundering about visual representations of JRRT's works, namely Peter Jackson vs. Rankin/Bass. If this is going to traumatize you for any reason, don't click here. )No nightmares, anyway, which is something. I woke up with menstrual cramps, but
oursin has
managed to make me feel better even about that.
Virtu-wise, I got myself from Chapter 12 to Chapter 14 yesterday, but Chapter 14 is where everything gang aft agley, so we may be here for quite some time. Don't wait up.