"But Wasn't He a Most Peculiar Man...?"

Trying to write and being distracted and kind of blocked produced this. It's bad Rosencrantz/Guildenstern from Guildenstern's point of view, and it proves that I have too many sciences and not enough English in my curriculum this year.

Dear Don John/Hero fic: Please start working so that I can stop writing things like this. Once you're done I get to work on my Shakespearean murder mystery novel. I'm begging you.

( Look at it logically... )

"And While the Queen Went on Strangling..."

Because I am getting all of absolutely nowhere with my story, and because I am reaching the point of exploding with frustration, here are iconses. They are not particularly good iconses, but they are made from puzzles and have frogs. They are either bases or icons.

( follow the butterflies! )

I am extremely tempted to resume translating Hamlet into Latin and making LATIN! HAMLET! ICONS!. Unfortunately, there is absolutely no market for Latin Hamlet.

Now I shall go sulk, cry, and throw a small tantrum. Rarr. My agenda for to-day is useless; my only hope is that it will be therapeutic. I am also deleting lots of things that I will probably want later. SO THERE, UNIVERSE. I'M CUTTING OFF MY NOSE TO SPITE MY FATE. HA HA! ... *curls up inna ball*