Uuuuurgh, I'm just floundering again a little bit. I need to learn how to manage my time. Actually, I probably don't, I probably just need to stop going to bed after midnight and exhausting myself by reading late into the night. I need a good night's sleep is all.
'If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces...' Portia, Merchant of Venice, A1, Sc2, l13.This quote, which I found today, sums me up perfectly. (Sorry, can't remember how to reference properly - it's been a long time!) Were I still at school, my report should still say'... full of good intentions, but must try harder...'! I thought about getting the above Shakespeare quote as a tattoo somewhere about my person, to serve as a reminder to myself to get off my backside and get on with my work! But I found a different one that I love very much indeed, it's incredibly beautiful, and I understand it *shakes head in disbelief at her own astonishing intelligence, for she reckons she must be approaching the same IQ as Stephen Fry now*. It's sonnet 61, and although it's very long for a tattoo, I've had a good idea for a way to have it positioned on my shoulder and upper arm without it looking like just so much text.
Is it thy will thy image should keep openMy heavy eyelids to the weary night?Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight?Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from theeSo far from home, into my deeds to pry,To find out shames and idle hours in me,The scope and tenour of thy jealousy?O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:It is my love that keeps mine eye awake;Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,To play the watchman ever for thy sake:For thee watch I whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,From me far off, with others all too near.