BAG END BLUES: BINGO BOLGER-BAGGINS
All I do *does* go awry, doesn't it? And here I am, back in Bag End again like some chronic invalid, a burden on Sam's good will, when he's burdened with enough, it seems. I also abused his hospitality with my lowly urges--would that I had done what I set out to do and was no longer a bother to any one. And Frodo-lad is wandering the wastelands because of me, and Trotter's off trying to find him now, after setting out to try to find me. Would that I never was, the world would be better for it.
Well, I do have to get better now because there are promises I need to keep. And I fear that someone may need to look after my brother as well--I don't understand why he did what he did--I've always admired him for his remarkable restraint and surely that carried into all realms of his behavior. It's why he was the Ringbearer and I wasn't. Something must be terribly wrong, and I should look into it--I'm worried for him, quite frankly.
In other news, my mother came out yesterday. I'm so glad for her. I must remember to get her a set of rainbow rings, a labrys pendant, and a subscription to the Hobbit Advocate when I'm up and about again. Up and about again. The world would be better off if I wasn't, wouldn't it?