sounds like crackfic in the making. well, actually, i suppose it is crackfic in the making. or just crack. but the point is. i'm very tired and the essay i'm supposed to be working on is making no sense and getting nowhere near the minimum word count. and of course it's guildenstern fault. he's the only one who hasn't done anything.

(ohgod. poor hamlet. go ahead, kill ros, it'll make you feel better --!)