"The Holly Bears a Berry As Red As Any Blood..."

Okay.

Am much calmer than previously. Things have sorted themselves out slightly, but only slightly, which is the reason for the following post.

You probably won't be seeing much of me for the next month. I have a lot of gifts to write, and only one is finished at the moment, and the only reason it's finished is because I said screw everything last night and sat down and wrote. So. I'm probably going to be doing that every single night for quite a while.

I won't be on AIM. I'll try to keep up with LJ, and I'll probably post daily just because I'm anal and pretend-OCD and I have to post every single day omg. I'll try to stay current with my comms and read everybody's LJs and comment as much as I can. But mainly I'm not going to be here.

I'm just... really busy. And really stressed. And really behind is everything. So I can't afford to have free time, if you know what I mean. ^_^

I'm still going to get the cards out! I'm just working on those currently! Also--majorly ack!--sorcha_feanor, I don't have your name! Could you please e-mail or comment or something, so that I don't have to address the card to Sorcha Feanor (which I would, because I'm pathetic like that)?

My crazy mad Soujinness will still be felt. Just not so presently as before.

Thank you to everyone for understanding this madness! I shall be back among the living, I think, by January. Much love! <3

"Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem, How Still We See Thee Lie..."

Oh, and really quick-sharp, because I wanted to make a real entry...!

We got our Christmas tree to-day! She is big and beautiful and a white pine, and we have put beautiful ornaments all over her, and I love her already. Also, I let myself have a candy cane because it is approaching Christmas, and it was just something I really wanted. And, well, I thought perhaps I deserved it, even though that was rather pretentious of me.

Also, my novel is all nice and printed out, and I'm quite far in Notre-Dame de Paris. In fact, about one-hundred pages from done. It's so sad, gah.

Unfortunately, I am no where in my Chaucer essay. Heh. Oh, well.

Now, Christmas trees and Quasimodo combined with fate led our family to a tiny, misshapen tree at the tree farm with an ugly face and a lot of missing hair; we got him for a discount and brought him home, and Waen will put him in the living room with ornaments on him. He's nice.

Also, I found out that Mexican bean soup is only three points a cup, which is exciting. I'm very glad--it means I can eat it now.

Saint Nicolas' Sunday was beautiful. Our priest got one of his friends to dress up as a bishop and wear red and white and a mitre and carry a sack full of Nicolas cookies, which was quite lovely altogether. He also used the word 'whap'. Our priest really is quite wonderful, and I adore him. He seems close to 'the perfect man'. V. annoyed with him for being gay. *g*

Anyhow, must get back to the writing and whatnot. Oyasumi ne!

"Myrrh Have I; Its Bitter Perfume..."

OMG! Harbert HAS A LAST NAME!

At least, in the Sidney Kravitz translation. O_O He's HARBERT BROWN. HA HA!

...I don't believe it. Anyway, I won't be using it in this fic, so ha. It doesn't matter anyway. Nyeh. *sticks out tongue at Harbert Brown*

Right. I'm working. >_> I just found that little tidbit in my researching.