Metamorphose

METAMORPHOSE

I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame the earth seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this mighty o'rehanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire; why, it appeareth nothing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a God! The beauty of the world, paragon of animals; and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dusk. Man delights not me, no, nor women neither, nor women neither.

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Friday, September 24, 2004

Errrrr
I think I died last night.. or my liver gave out about 12am... I don't remember getting home or anything after 12, because that is the fact that I don't think I went home at all. I'm at work.

People have bloodshot eyes, they look like death warmed up and I feel like someone has invaded my body with some sickening disease.

Good party and all... photos to follow some point. I'm going to sit here and just fester in my own possible still intoxicated state and try and muster up some strength to work. 2 soldiers are down from the office today, and I think I should have been the third.

how was everyone else's night?

LS at 9/24/2004 08:02:00 PM

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Only one thing can cure you mate -> more booze!!

AH

9:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice to know you're still punishing that liver!!

-
Dan

7:52 PM  

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