:: You egg! *stab* ::
Read more of Macbeth today. A murderer calls poor Macduff's son an egg, then stabs him. And Macduff's son cries, "He's killed me mother! Flee, I pray thee! Flee!" or something like that. It's actually slightly amusing. "I'm dead but I'm still talking! Save yourself, mother dearest!" And then he dies. ;~} I love Macbeth.
Anyway, lots of funny stuff to tell you but I'm not because it would take too long and, besides, I've already told both Liana and Nish and as far as I know they are the only ones who read this. ;~}
BTW, we're playing softball in gym and I hit the ball! *gasp* Yeah, I know! And then the other team tried to throw it to first base but their first baseman (first basegirl?) didn't catch it and while they were chasing down the ball, I made it all the way to second base! And then the next girl who went hit it way out and I made it home! It was so cool. For the first time I thought, "Hey, gym can actually be kind've fun!"
So I bid thee good rest this eve. Pleasant dreams and a restfull sleep to thee. Prithee excuse my absense these past days. I hath missed thee greatly. Didst thou miss me? Regardless, I shall see thee on the morrow, do it please thy will. But for now I must bid thee farewell, for the careless relief of sleep do bade to me and my very bones do ache with weariness. Anon!
Anyway, lots of funny stuff to tell you but I'm not because it would take too long and, besides, I've already told both Liana and Nish and as far as I know they are the only ones who read this. ;~}
BTW, we're playing softball in gym and I hit the ball! *gasp* Yeah, I know! And then the other team tried to throw it to first base but their first baseman (first basegirl?) didn't catch it and while they were chasing down the ball, I made it all the way to second base! And then the next girl who went hit it way out and I made it home! It was so cool. For the first time I thought, "Hey, gym can actually be kind've fun!"
So I bid thee good rest this eve. Pleasant dreams and a restfull sleep to thee. Prithee excuse my absense these past days. I hath missed thee greatly. Didst thou miss me? Regardless, I shall see thee on the morrow, do it please thy will. But for now I must bid thee farewell, for the careless relief of sleep do bade to me and my very bones do ache with weariness. Anon!
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