knackered

I am utterly flipping knackered.

Most of the things on my thinks to do list today have been completed. The one that was bolded and written in terse sentence fractions, of course, is not.

I have answered about thirty emails, most of them saying something to the effect of, “Thank you for applying, but no,” which is a bit draining in and of itself (I cannot imagine doing that 8000 times a year, as arcaedia does).

…oh. *Dude*. I was sure I had to go 388 miles to get to Minas Tirith, and I was about to triumphantly, if wearily, proclaim that I’d made it! Except I made it several days ago, because it was only 380 miles! I’ve gone 8 miles toward somewhere else, and I don’t even know where yet! That means I have walked 2712 miles (well 2720, really) since April 2003. And I see from previous entries that I intend to walk the leg of 517 miles: Ride with Gandalf and Pippin from Isengard to Minas Tirith next, so I’m still on my way to Minas Tirith. Hm. Maybe I should do something else instead, just so I’m going somewhere else. Mmm, but, well, no, because if I do this then I’m done with the hobbits and can start following Aragorn around.

(I am talking about the Eowyn Challenge, for those who don’t know what I’m going on about. I’ve been walking all over Middle Earth for the last five years. Don’t know why, but it works for me as inspiration.)

I’m going to go be not at a computer now.

miles to Minas Tirith (again):: 8
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