Friday, 21 September 2007

Macil

Macil means sword in quenya.


And I do NOT love it when things wind up this way. Packing might seem the easy part but I know I will have to clean afterwards too, and people have failed to come over to sign the contract for renting three days and even those I called in just that eventuality has not been heard from and apparently my paper is only just almost not quite good enough because the one thing I can't find anywhere - you can't buy it because it's sold out on the only webpage that carries it and it's THE gone from the library - is what it's supposed to be based upon and the NEXT thing I need to write well the book isn't here yet and I have over a thousand pages for the next course and only 300 can be bought quickly and...

Lovely. Just lovely. Even the Changeling-book "Nobles: The Shining Host" showing up in the mail today didn't cheer me up.

And I feel like it's always me that puts big clamps om people's fun. Bah.

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