The return of taking the ring to Mordor

First of all, I love Peter Jackson's original Lord of the Rings trilogy. The original. Not the Hobbit one. The one where they take the hobbits to Isengard. And other shenanigans.

Second of all, I'm taking the ring to Mordor again. Every year during the fall season, when Christmas approaches, I talk of the same thing: the struggle. Sometimes it's not there, and I'm worried. Sometimes it is there, and I love it. It takes a nice toll on me. I love feeling exhausted.

Though I still managed to play some Hogwarts Legacy today. Dunno how. I have so many other things to do. I guess drinking some Polyjuice Potion and turning into Simon Pegg has energizing effects.

But anyway - this week will be and has already been quite demanding. It's a fall week, and I already have a present waiting for me for Saturday, so I have to finish all this work stuff to earn it. I may have to pull an all-nighter at some point.

What could possibly be better than an all-nighter? With the hustle and the fifteen cups of coffee and the gloomy ambiance at the office? I'm so looking forward to it!