I'm remarkably chipper considering I've been awake since two o'clock yesterday afternoon! I can't wait for the crash later. It will be SPECTACULAR.
After I posted Wednesday night saying I really should be getting to bed, I stayed up and finished the site. Finished! It took until three or three-thirty, but I lifted my hands from the keyboard and had nothing more to do. For anyone who is curious, it is here
. It needs a contact page and one or two tweaks. Feel free to tell me it is awesome, or that it SUCKS.
And then I went to bed a lot, and slept in until something like two in the afternoon, I think; and I did laundry. Some time before I went to take a shower the internet went down and I went O.o because I seriously, actually need the internets to research and write the paper. But I showered, and headed out to Little for the public screening of our Anthro projects, which was well-attended! It was held in the room I had that fucking Anthro of Religion class in a couple of years ago, so I feel I have taken back that lecture hall. We had pizza and showed the videos to a warm reception; for
my site, the room was equipped with a wireless mouse, so we asked for a volunteer from the audience and they navigated through it from their seat! Ooh, the technology.
It was about a quarter to nine when I disentangled myself from everyone and headed out, and I was wearing a skirt and didn't particularly want to write a paper yet, so I called Jules and said, "come enable me!" and she dutifully collected me and took us off to Maude's for coffee and Harry Potter conspiracy theories. You thought we'd forgotten, but no! M. joined us after a bit, but he kept proposing theories we could either disprove or that made our heads hurt (Dumbledore and Harry are the same person! Dumbledore and Voldemort are the same person! Harry and Voldemort are the same person! It all involved the judicious application of Time Turners). The question we're fixated on at the moment is what happened to Harry and Hagrid between the time Hagrid picked Harry out of the rubble of Godric's Hollow immediately after the Voldemort-Potter showdown (and how, exactly did Dumbledore (and Sirius, for that matter), who directed Hagrid to fetch Harry, know what had happened so quickly?) and the time they show up on Sirius's motorbike on Privet Drive. It takes a whole day, but he never mentions where they've been in all that time (McGonagall, in animagus form, is reading a map when Vernon Dursley sees her; perhaps she was trying to figure out how he could have gotten lost?); in fact, as I kept mentioning, when he talks to Dumbledore and McGonagall, he gives the impression that he picked Harry up and came straight to Privet Drivethat is, that he has just come
from Godric's Hollowexcept it took him twenty-four hours. We're inclined to think Hagrid lost a day when Dumbledore OBLIVIATED him while doing evil-mastermind type things. Other things to consider: Dumbledore is shocked! to see McGonagall on Privet Drive when he shows upwhyyy? And when does Dumbledore talk to Petunia? We know he had to have at some point, because he mentions it in the Howler he sends her in OotP. And, um, other things. And Dumbledore is evol-with-an-'o,' but we knew that.
We called it quits at about midnight, because Jules and M. were going to put in a token appearance at a party, but I had a paper to write, damn it. So she dropped me back home, and the internet was still unwilling to communicate, so in the absence of livejournal I resorted to solitaire for my procrastination. Eventually I pulled out the outline and totally reconstructed it, in a way that makes sense and that I can just flesh out. The thing is, I have actual things to say
in this paper. It interests me, and I have data to talk about, and I'm skimming through my articles and Language and the Internet
and will be able to pull relevant things from them. I do actually need internet access for data and sources and definitions though, so at about eight a.m. I called the computer help desk and told them THE INTERNETS ARE DOWN SEND HELP. Eventually, they did. As you can see!
Maybe you just have to take a couple of days to settle into sleep-deprivation, because I am slightly punchy and my fingers are going numb, but I feel okay! The bus leaves at four-thirty, and in the best of ALL POSSIBLE worlds (at Maude's M. and I went a couple of rounds on time travel and alternate universes; in the end I don't buy it, but that's just me) I will finish in enough time to not only email the thing to E., but print it out and stick a hard copy in his mailbox before getting on the bus and sleeping all the way home.