A/n: Hello! I've revised and revived this fic! Yay! Yes, I DO realize that Middle-Earth doesn't go by our clock, but I want to give you a better idea of what's going on and when. So bear with me, ok? Thanks a lot. This one is about Frodo after the Quest is finished. (These are going to take place at various places in these peoples' lives.)

8:30 a.m.: Wake up. Yeah, yeah I know: it's late. But I need to get my beauty sleep, seeing that I'm emotionally scarred and all.

10:00 a.m.: Finish breakfast.

10:30 a.m.: Practice various disturbed faces in front of mirror. Looking good, if I do say so myself. Which, of course, I do.

10:31 a.m.: Damn, I should get an AWARD for these faces!

10:32 a.m.: NOBODY has a better pout than I do. NOBODY!

11:00 a.m.: Stare at fire, wondering about life.

11:15 a.m.: Stare outside, wondering about death.

1:00 p.m.: Finish lunch.

1:03 p.m.: Decide to write more in Bilbo's book.

1:25 p.m.: Tear around the house, ranting, as have bad case of the Dreaded Writerses Block. Did I say "Writerses"? Crud...

1:30 p.m.: Give up on book, and decide to bother Sam.

1:35 p.m.: Run back into house, breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

Well, now I know why Sam has so many kids...

Great, now I'm even more disturbed than I started out, if that's possible. (I didn't know you can bend like that...)

At least they didn't see me. I think. I hope.

3:00 p.m.: Finish afternoon tea.

4:00 p.m.: Stop writing in Bilbo's book, as have extreme case of cramped hands. Seeing Sam doing...that...has apparently killed Writer's Block. (Whew, no Writerses.)

5:00 p.m.: Stroke various pieces of jewelry for an hour. They're so...precious. Decide its time to go to Sam's place for dinner to distract self. Hope he and the missus are finished. Ahem.

7:30 p.m.: Finish dinner and go back to house. Am not quite sure, but thought I caught Sam sneaking odd glances at me. Disturbed level rose another agonizing notch.

9:00 p.m.: Finish supper. Decide that my cooking is inferior to Sam's. Then decide to ask him for lessons.

9:01 p.m.: Realize that am now too frightened to go near Sam's house.

9:30 p.m.: Asleep. Good night.