tricksy hobbitses: post script
So, yesterday, after staying awake for 30 hours, I went to bed and slept for almost 18 hours.
Which about ties my record and reinverts my sleeping schedule.
I am a child of ze night, you see, mwa ha.
In the movie, Minas Tirith was pretty much just as I imagined it. That was cool.
Surprisingly enough, I did not dream about Lord of the Rings, rather I dreamed about going back to Matsumoto in Japan and working at the wedding hall for another summer.
Now I have a sore throat and a bit of a headache, which is never a good sign.