Oubliette - (noun, french) a little place of forgetting. A small, windowless room where someone is locked away, forgotten, left to go mad.
This is my personal place to rant and rave like the lunatic I am, my oubliette. It's dark, quiet, and I come here to forget about things. Or maybe to remember them. After all, where does insanity end, and insight begin?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
feasting is over
Now that the feasting from yesterday's Leif Erikson celebration has come to a close in my mighty Mead-Hall Sessrúmnir, and all the trenchers and horns have been cleaned, all of the meat and mead has been consumed, normal blogging may now resume. Wait, I just found a little more mead. Skál!
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