psalm_onethirtyone | "Two Eyes that Shine Like the Moon, but the Clouds Never Let them Come Out..."

...Lillie is getting the Crack! Hamlet musical. The whole thing. How much does this rock? I mean, how much does this utterly totally impossibly win?

*bweeeeeeeeeeees*

So, yes, in other news...!

I am exhausted, and I don't know why, but I am utterly exhausted. I have had no time at all to-day, just as I imagined, but still, that oughtn't be enough, ought it?

I have been forbidden on pain of death to sing Artificial Flowers, especially if I should sing it the way Bobby Darin does. On the other hand, I am no longer forbidden to play the Crack!Hamlet musical; Waen has actually become so fond of some of the songs that she plays them voluntarily, very often.

I have even more things to send, now, but no envelopes or boxes. My collection is failing me rather. I shall have to make a search on Thursday indeed (I shall have no time to-morrow). Mum was going to come with me to work to-morrow, but something came up and she can't. She has been promising that eventually she will since last April; the trouble is that my work is almost exactly like her work, so she already knows what it is, and says it would be rather a busman's holiday. ;_; But I want her to meet my people, especially Anna.

Anna said if I should give her a photograph of myself, she'll give me one of her. ^_________^ Then I could show you--! And I should not ever have to worry about forgetting her. I should not, of course, but I really do like the idea of having a photograph of her. I shall try to find one of myself that's halfway decent.

The socken are upsetting me. I have never been this upset about any of them before. Augh. ;_____________;

I don't think I have the energy to do anything to-morrow, and yet there's more to do to-morrow than to-day. I shall never be free (of course I shall; I'm being very silly). I'm hungry, and I can't think why, although perhaps it's the fact that we had supper at five because of my French class, and it was very light... but still, but still.

Ngg.

I need a fire and a mug of cocoa and my sweater and a book, that's what I need.

Unfortunately, I shall not be getting them.

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...er. Yes. (...Oh, GOD. *sprains something laughing*)

("There is nothing like a Dane, nothing in the world... so who cares if he's insane? He's our lovable, murd'rous Dane!")

(... Again, it should not be possible for me to love you any more than I already do, and yet...)

(*blushes* ...I think I have to write that entire song now. Oh dear. What else rhymes with "Dane?"))

(Grain, plane, sane, pain, gain, attain, entertain, Cain, rain, main, vein, lain, brain, train, cane, train... :D)

(...the Dane in Spain stays mainly in the plain?)

(*claps* Now say it with marbles in your mouth.

The Dane in pain angsts mainly in this vein: to be or not to be, I'm going insane. I must train my brain to gain the grain of KILLING CLAUDIUS ALREADY.)

(*hopeless giggles*)

(*bows with flourish* We aims to please.)

(Thine aim is true indeed, lady.)

(And yet thy wit hath a sharper point.)

("Nothing else can speak of pain, like soliloquies of a Dane! *very looooow voice* There is absolutely nothing like the pain... of a Daaaaaaaane!")

(*helpless*)

("So suppose a Dane ain't quick, and tends to procrastinate, when he really should be killing this ol' King that he doth hate, it's a waste of time to worry over things that they have not - be thankful for the things they got!")

(...You're a genius.)

("Lots of men in life are lunatics, but brother, there is one particular mind that is nothing whatsoever in any way shape or form like any other!")

(...oh, god, genius. Please, go on.)

("There are no books like a Dane,
And nothing looks like a Dane.
There are no drinks like a Dane,
And nothing thinks like a Dane,
Nothing acts like a Dane,
Or attracts like a Dane.
There ain't a thing that's wrong with any man here
That can't be cured by putting him near
A girly, womanly, female, feminine Dane!"

...okay, so maybe I didn't change any lyrics for that one. *g*)

(*cracks up* And yet it still works. Although I really want:

there ain't a single sane and happy man here
that can't be crazed by putting him near
an angsty, mis'rable, emo, stark raving DANE.

Or something of the sort. But cleverer. *g*)

(Ee! I like! It's plenty clever. *g*)

(*bows modestly* Oh, I thank you, Madam.)

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O, I die, ~~Horatio~~ Soujin!

:D *bows with skull*

...*giggles madly*

:D :D :D