Shakespeareans: Part 2

Last night on a bus, tired and going home. Buddhist monks in the front of the bus and white trash in the back. The contrast blew my mind a little.

This post won't be about Shakespeare. This post will be about the fact that I spent almost twenty hours in a small room with no windows in the past two days. Admittedly, that was partly my fault. I decided it was a good idea to move my books there and then work to the point that I started seeing things.

I worked on a presentation and a thesis proposal. The former got done, while the latter festers in a state of disrepair. That reminds me strongly of my life right now. Festering in a state of disrepair.