Today has been somewhat unfestive. I’ve been reading a lot and spending a lot of unproductive time in my room. But I did get some stuff done, so I don’t feel too guilty about that.
Tomorrow is going to be a busy day so I hope to get enough sleep for an early start.
Question of the day: Do you know what your names mean?
I do. Ciarán is an irish name and means the little dark one and Rhys is welsh, and means enthusiasm.
Poetry of the day
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
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