For some sleep-deprived ramblings about crockpots and sherbet glasses strutting and fretting their hour upon the stage, and then are heard no more...a tale, told by an idio....(wait wait)
Well, here it is at today's WomenNotDabblingInNormal.
And now I'm off to get my day's sleep so I can work the red-eye shift ternite. I know how to spell tonight, but today, it's ternite.
(Wherein I will dream the dreams full of sound and fury, signifying nothing...)
Meaning in modern English I'm hoping for a NyQuil-induced near-coma in which I'll probably snore to beat the band.
And to think my English teacher was worried we'd never remember any Shakespeare, ha!
(I bid thee farewell 'til the morrow. And blah-thee blah blah) ;-)