Pentatonix Christmas songs. O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. Aspiring to my sodding take on Carol of the Bells.
Too much Buzzfeed.
Comforting AD about Pakistan. Burnt cookies from EMC.
No friends. Where to go at lunch? Empty. Off-campus. Actually talking to ED. Getting ignored by WB and being absolutely sick of it.
Shooting stars with KD and YM.
“What is this quintessence of dust?” (2.2.332)
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.” (2.2.273-275)
“I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.” (2.2.401-402)
“Then are our beggars bodies, and our monarchs and outstretched heroes the beggars’ shadows.” (2.2.282-284)