~ May 01, 2003 - 12:23 a.m. ~
Sleepy Gaelic Thoughts
I was sitting here, doing my Gaelic homework (a 250 word essay on New York, which counts as our final), wishing I already knew Gaelic so that I did not sound like a 6 year old when translated back into English."New York is big. There are lots of people. Michael Bloomberg is the mayor. Rudy Guiliani used to be the mayor. I don't like Bloomberg's laws. We have lots of parks. They have trees. I like the Cloisters because it is big and old and has pretty art."
Lame. Unspeakably lame.
When it dawned on me . . . I don't actually know Elwen's real name (that is, I think I know her real name through another journal, but I don't want to presume or anything). This alone is not so revolutionary, except for the fact that in my dream I called her Elwen, and the cops called her Elwen, and she called herself Elwen. So if I ever do meet her, she's going to have to bear with me while I muddle about calling her Elwen for a while.
These are the things I think about when I should be working. Or better yet, sleeping.
I wish Tim would come home :(
