Came across a good line while reading today that pretty decently sums up my attitude toward Irish Lent.
For those of you unfamiliar with this insane idea of Irish Lent, hit the spoiler.
That makes this day number 42 of 61 days. And, here is the line I found:
"O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,"
Its a poem by John Keats called Ode to a Nightingale
I loved the rest of it as well.
In other news, took an out of the way excursion into the desert. Almost surreal how mindblowing it was.
Just me, my car and too few warm clothes taking an "only too sober Thompson-esque" trip from this odd little location to that odd little location. Made the most out of the 24 hours I allowed myself and fell in love with the place.
So, as per tradition, my threes:
Who I am listening to a lot, lately?:
Titus Andronicus. A whole mess of literary angst thrown through some distorted guitars.
What am I reading?:
Look Homeward Angel. It is my third attempt. Its always a book I start on a trip and then put down with every intention of picking back up again. This time, I am going to be a little more stubborn with myself.
And, who am I crushing on?
It is a guilty crush and one that isn't necessarily supported by some member close to me but jeez those curves.
That is it for now. Hopefully, it won't be a year before you hear from me again. (those of you that actually read this)