Damnit! I keep missing the Eve of Saint Agnes. I've been trying to remember to do the stupid little ritual ever since I found out about it way back in my grade twelve unit on romantic poetry. This time, I missed it by just one measly day. Saint Agnes, in case you don't know, was martyred when her virginity was miraculously saved when she was decapitated rather than raped.
Oh! I may have a reprieve. According to this page, my memory isn't necessarily so faulty. Tonight may be the night I dream of my future husband, after all. There are several rituals which can help me achieve this ridiculous goal. I'll pick the simplest. All I have to do is pluck some pins, say an Our Father, and be off to sleep.
I'll let you know who was in my dreams on the morrow.
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see ya when i see ya...-michael
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