Close enough to 2/3 that it doesn't matter; starting to sliiiightly lose track of what I am talking about.

*rubs face*

Also, until I get my hands on a particular issue of Emania and incorporate the contents into a later draft of this chapter (thanks Trinity librarians, for misreading my handwriting!), it may as well be titled Material Evidence, OR, Why I Hate Vittorio Di Martino. Why, why did I choose to be all meta and write about the scholarship/controversy/debate surrounding the Romans in Ireland, instead of the Romans in Ireland their-much-disputed-existencey-selves? Internally shrieking 'how much crystal meth were you on when you reached this conclusion?' is only entertaining so many times.

I don't have enough 'amusingly spastic/futile rage' icons.

Oh, EndNote. I hate your unintuitiveness with a... large... hate, but. Never leave me.

*collapses and naps*