"Hawthorn Tree, Your Body Burns Away the Winter's Cold..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

There is far too much to write and too little headspace to contain it without it exploding into so much word-coloured confetti. I just want to note that, as well as my lack of time for actually doing any actual writing.

Nothing of import is passing in the land of the quietly melting snow, despite the massive grocery store rush for bread, milk, and toilet paper which is favoured by residents of this county when a snow watch is declared. ^^ Lent proceeds apace, although Mum is worrying it might not be healthy for me. I have not told her that I considered doing a fast on Friday, but was afraid that would be dangerous. I love how I still think in terms of 'dangerous'. It has been liek a year.

Apparently, according to a book in the library, the Celtic form of my name is 'Sileas'. I am highly suspicious.

Twitchy? Are you there?

Comments

[tomecatti.livejournal.com]

What you've just written seems vaguely confetti-esque. Also, aren't the Spice Girls delightfully awful?

Sileas is a very pretty name equivalence?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

You think? ^_^ And yes, yes, they are. It slays me with a sort of glee.

Thank you! I think it must mean the same thing, rather than being the Celtic form. That would make a lot more sense.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ooh, what book? I love names.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I don't remember, sadly! I'll check for you when I'm there on Friday.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't worry about it.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Nono, I will.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Okay. :) Thanks!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Sure. :D