<Hamlet> "Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him. We kissed fairly often, and now he is dead."
<The King (he is Hamlet's father and also a ghost, for those not in the know)> "Hamlet, my son! Thou art a disgrace, for I am getting mad cuck'd by my brother from beyond the grave! This cannot stand, for it is not woman's place to love another once she is made a widow!"
<Hamlet> "Father! Thou art dead! How can'st thou speak to me despite the laws of nature and reality not quite falling apart?"
<The King> "I must be avenged, Hamlet! Thy uncle hath poisoned me, and thou shalt continue the cycle of murder by slaying him in cold-blooded vengeance while also shaming thy own mother for wedding the person most like the one she originally married! Quit fantasizing about your dead boyfriend and do my bidding, for thou art certainly not suffering from dementia!"
<Hamlet> "Yes, my liege. Hast thou any other demands?"
<The King> "Yes! Thy friends Timon and Puumba must perish, or peace shall never come to Norway. Fear not, for Puumba shall taste very wonderful once properly prepared and seasoned!"
Hamlet, revised. A work in progress.
Not because I dislike disney or shakespeare (though there are plenty of reasons for me to cringe in their stories), but because I don't get to sleep in anymore and I'm *still* not employed and it's too @#%&ing cold to wear skirts without leggings everywhere but I've only got one set of pants and it has a hole in the crotch and that's terrible for job interviews anyway but honestly I look too much like a hippie if I wear one of my skirts to those things and the lack of meds is starting to get to me.
Pork roast sounds nice. Pork roast in a slow-cooker / crockpot with potatoes and veggies and certainly not the raw/nuked canned food and crackers I've been munching on for a while. Meat. Meatmeatmeatmeatmeat. Meatdrugsdrugsmeatmeatmeatdrugsdrugs. Pizza, maybe? Pizza with mushrooms and anchovies and other-meats. @,,@
Or maybe not pizza, but salmon. Haven't had that in forever.
Oh right, those roleplays I haven't been replying to. With all my spare time, I should be paying attention to those. Maybe. Prolly not. I'unno.