Something Wicked This Way Comes
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
That would be a spot of flu I’m renouncing. I just came from the doctor’s office with that diagnosis. I feel terrible.
What bloody man is that?
Then, at the pharmacy I ran into my ex-husband - who I didn’t recognize at first.
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
Infirm of purpose!
I’m taking to my sickbed.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
I don't normally quote Shakespeare when I run a temperature - I think it's just because Macbeth was the last thing I read. The medicine, Tamiflu, doesn't seem to affect my lucidity. Although, I’m really hoping Macbeth doesn’t seep into my dreams tonight.
That would be a spot of flu I’m renouncing. I just came from the doctor’s office with that diagnosis. I feel terrible.
What bloody man is that?
Then, at the pharmacy I ran into my ex-husband - who I didn’t recognize at first.
Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!
Infirm of purpose!
I’m taking to my sickbed.
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
I don't normally quote Shakespeare when I run a temperature - I think it's just because Macbeth was the last thing I read. The medicine, Tamiflu, doesn't seem to affect my lucidity. Although, I’m really hoping Macbeth doesn’t seep into my dreams tonight.