I should be in bed.

On a course tomorrow - well, in a few hours, but I am so wound up I am still bouncing off walls.
I have just worked three nights in a row, and that does nasty things to your system.

Anyway.

Because my mind tends to wander off in unexpected directions when I am busy (happens all the time at work - while in the middle of a busy shift doing my well known Kali act part to my brain is somewhere else, pondering about the Universe and stuff. True), I was making lists in my head tonight trying to apportion the blame for my inherited traits.
The 'Erestor' side of me - the one that is ever so good at organising things and is so unbelievably anal when the office is messy (funny how my bedroom being in a state doesn't bother me, but a messy office makes my brain hurt. Cannot work in an untidy environment) probably belongs to the Spanish side of my Mum's family. Scientists, doctors and researchers. Logical, organised people.
Shame they wasted all that by tring to stage a coup against the reigning king, and had to escape the country hidden in coffins to avoid being executed, really...

Now, for my 'Fingolfin' side (banging on Morgoth's door with the intention of killing the bastard once and for all - yep, *that* Fingolfin) I blame the Crusades-going ancestors. And the following generations of said ancestors that were in the military and uncounted wars.
(I *so* wanted a sword... and a horse... yours truly, age five).

The point I am trying to make?
It's not easy to keep the two sides balanced.........:)
And it's *not* my fault I am weird.