I am a callous and vular creature.

[yearninsunshine]

I'm a peace loving decoy, ready for retaliation.

In the morrow, I board a plane that will wisk me away. Excitment and relief consume me in thinking about seeing Audrey.

I am beyond tired. Beyond weary.

I am fourtune's fool.

I am almost intrigued by the prospect of dreaming tonight and wonder what images my mind has instore to conduct for me.

I am self-centered. Is that an oxy moron or just backwards.

Never have I comprehended Shakespeare with such intentsity.