God tur!

I've been meaning to write this long, detailed post about what it is, exactly, that I'm doing over here. But I thought it might be cooler if I just mentioned that, not to brag or anything, but one thing that I've been doing is reading this:

"Hvat es yðr, hrafnar?
Hvaðan eruð ér komnir
með dreyrgu nefi
at degi öndverðum?
Hold loðir yðr í klóm,
hræs þefr gengr ór munni,
nær hygg ek yðr í nótt bjoggu
því es vissuð nái liggja."

In loose, inexpert translation:
"What are you, ravens?
From whence have you come
with bloody beak
at the break of day?
You grasp flesh in your claws
the stench comes from your mouth
Near I think you stayed in the night
to where dead bodies lay."

Consequently, I've been having lots of horrible dreams about ravens and battlefields and corpses*. Maybe I'm not cut out for this after all.

*Okay, so I haven't literally been having these kinds of dreams, but I do sometimes get a bit of an eerie feeling when I lay down at night after reading about people who've driven swords all the way through other people and into the wood of their bed frames while they're sleeping. Just sometimes.