Mar. 26th, 2004

bardic_lady: (fine)
Ah, Richard...Why in bleeding hell am I working on you?!
So much drama, all I really want is a day where I don't walk into that theatre and discover that something else is wrong...
Was so tense today that the muscles in my neck activated my gag reflex and I threw up. During a class period. Haven't eaten yet today, haven't slept much this week, I'm a bloody mess. Compulsive volunteerism is hazardous to your health...
On Collaboration... )
No one but Will and I went to swing tonight, so no dancing, very sad...
I wish I could pull out of this downward spiral.
bardic_lady: (fire)
Apparently I died this morning in a fire. There was smoke, the alarm went off but did not wake me, and security neglected to check and see if I was in my room, asleep. Thus did I die. Future postings in this journal will be from the ghost of [livejournal.com profile] dramaturgca

January 2022

S M T W T F S
       1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Tags

I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated May. 17th, 2026 02:53 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Style Credit