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badstarSo amongst all the other brilliant ideas that I've had for stuff I need/want to do this weekend, whilst browsing some stuff on Da Webz earlier today, I was suddenly reminded of my old interest in the Welsh tale of Dylan ail Don...and got it into my mind that I should write a poem based on that.
Fast forward many hours later, I came home and laid down on the bed with a book, intending to just finish a chapter I had started reading earlier today (One of the things I decided to make a point to do this weekend was read at least one piece of fiction, and the first one that I grabbed that I could reasonably read in the weekend...hell, if I wanted to, I could read it in an hour and a half or so...was Memories of my Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.)
Well, in that time, I quickly fell asleep, and I vaguely remember the poem beginning to write itself in my brain as I did. I should have gotten up and written it down. Maybe I would have stayed awake...and maybe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chironcentaur wouldn't have had to call me at two a.m. because I was supposed to call her three hours ago and never did...)
Damn, I'm probably awake for a while now, though I need sleep (Sleep wasn't the best last night, the wind kept rattling something around outside that would wake me every time I got to a state of actual sleep.) I don't really feel tired, but I know I need it.
I should go get some CVE studying in, maybe that will put me to sleep for a bit :-P
Fast forward many hours later, I came home and laid down on the bed with a book, intending to just finish a chapter I had started reading earlier today (One of the things I decided to make a point to do this weekend was read at least one piece of fiction, and the first one that I grabbed that I could reasonably read in the weekend...hell, if I wanted to, I could read it in an hour and a half or so...was Memories of my Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.)
Well, in that time, I quickly fell asleep, and I vaguely remember the poem beginning to write itself in my brain as I did. I should have gotten up and written it down. Maybe I would have stayed awake...and maybe
chironcentaur wouldn't have had to call me at two a.m. because I was supposed to call her three hours ago and never did...)Damn, I'm probably awake for a while now, though I need sleep (Sleep wasn't the best last night, the wind kept rattling something around outside that would wake me every time I got to a state of actual sleep.) I don't really feel tired, but I know I need it.
I should go get some CVE studying in, maybe that will put me to sleep for a bit :-P
