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The Very Secret Diary of Queen Gertrude of Denmark
Act I, Scene II
No. dead husbands: 1, v. bad
No. new husbands: 1, v. good
Successful weddings: 1, v. good I think. But am getting nasty looks so maybe not
Wedding v. lovely. New husband v. dashing, almost as good as old one, as if had traded in husband for younger, less balding model in manner of car or similar. Courtiers have been giving us dirty looks all night but they can sit and spin for all I care. Claudius feels the same way. Can just tell- we must be soulmates. Am just going to ignore nasty picking sensation in brain that may or may not be my conscience and/or memories of last husband. Of course, nasty picking sensation could also be third goblet of wine speaking up.
Later
Pssh. Hamlet making an ass of himself again. Told him to stop wearing all black and threatened to take away his Hot Topic charge card, but don't think he will listen. Stupid git of a son insisted on being resident poutypants and moping about. Told him that his Dad was dead, might as well move on with it as we all have. He said something about dead king "being my only friend" and sniffled. Told him that Denmark would be his friend, which would leave him better off as a large piece of land can't go off on duels and then come back and die and leave population in turmoil.
Claudie chipped in and kindly explained the circle of life to H. He even brought out the Lion King hand puppets, but it didn't make H. any better.
[...Okay. This is ridiculous and I don't have the time or the energy to pull it off. I'm going to bed.]
Act I, Scene II
No. dead husbands: 1, v. bad
No. new husbands: 1, v. good
Successful weddings: 1, v. good I think. But am getting nasty looks so maybe not
Wedding v. lovely. New husband v. dashing, almost as good as old one, as if had traded in husband for younger, less balding model in manner of car or similar. Courtiers have been giving us dirty looks all night but they can sit and spin for all I care. Claudius feels the same way. Can just tell- we must be soulmates. Am just going to ignore nasty picking sensation in brain that may or may not be my conscience and/or memories of last husband. Of course, nasty picking sensation could also be third goblet of wine speaking up.
Later
Pssh. Hamlet making an ass of himself again. Told him to stop wearing all black and threatened to take away his Hot Topic charge card, but don't think he will listen. Stupid git of a son insisted on being resident poutypants and moping about. Told him that his Dad was dead, might as well move on with it as we all have. He said something about dead king "being my only friend" and sniffled. Told him that Denmark would be his friend, which would leave him better off as a large piece of land can't go off on duels and then come back and die and leave population in turmoil.
Claudie chipped in and kindly explained the circle of life to H. He even brought out the Lion King hand puppets, but it didn't make H. any better.
[...Okay. This is ridiculous and I don't have the time or the energy to pull it off. I'm going to bed.]