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04 September 2009 @ 06:53 pm
I really need to be more interesting.  
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was reading Hamlet criticism. Something really dull about why Hamlet delays, too--something about his ability to separate thought and action.

I am too boring even to weep over how boring I am.

Also, I sent my friend a copy of Neverwhere (hands up if you saw *that* coming).
 
 
 
the love song of j. aimee prufrocke: phantasm | suitcase full of yesterdayfaeriemaiden on September 4th, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
*snicker* I had dreams in which I was endlessly counting out the cash in my drawer at work. Just... long, long spools of that. Not even nightmares, like, oh God oh God I can't stop counting and the drawers are still full of money help me. Just rhythmic counting. Which is to say: you're more interesting than I am, anyway!
tempestsarekind: hamlet/horatio OTPtempestsarekind on September 4th, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)
I guess it would make more sense if I had actually been reading Hamlet criticism at all recently, but I haven't! (Shakespeare criticism, sure, but none on Hamlet since my last Hamlet project.) I wonder why my brain decided to invent boring criticism to dream about...
Valancy: Duh!B&Wvalancy_s on September 5th, 2009 12:21 am (UTC)
Oh heavens. I've yet to dream of reading criticism yet, that I can remember - I think I've dreamt of grading papers though. I suppose it only gets worse from here.

Poor Hamlet! I'd love to see somebody put a blade in the hands of every one of those critics and say, "See that person you've known all your life? Well, they murdered someone you care about. Go on, go kill them. Right now. What are you standing there looking at me for?"
tempestsarekind: hamlet--though you can fret metempestsarekind on September 5th, 2009 04:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, I know! That is a major irritant for me: why on earth have we collectively decided that hesitation to *kill* a family member is pathological in some way?

I've definitely had dreams about reading criticism before, more's the pity. Though I don't tend to dream about grading--I just put it off for far too long.