With Shakespeare. It's not like I wasn't already in love with him. But...it's getting worse.
I'm doing research for my senior project, which just so happens to be on Macbeth and Titus Andronicus. Not that I planned that or anything.
Anyway, this man is beautiful. His insights on the human psyche are beyond anything I could have ever imagined. Maybe he MADE us human. Maybe he just wrote about it. Maybe he didn't mean to do anything but make money. Regardless of what he meant to do, he has touched my life with his works, and I love him.
And I'm blogging about him instead of doing my homework, which is due tomorrow morning, and awaiting a phone call. Yes, I'm aware of the fact that it's almost 1 in the morning, but that's typically how Steven and I operate. Late night/early morning calls are our specialty. Anyway, I'm going to wrap this blog post up so I can at least try to finish my homework before he calls and I get caught up in talking to him and making fun of his gooberish behavior.
Farewell, dedicated readers.
If there are any out there, that is.
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