The reason I had to wrench myself from my bed at an ungodly hour this morning was a class on Richard III.
During the course of the day, in non-related situations, I’ve heard many references to said play. The best, and worst as it’s bloody painful, is my current gimpiness. After a stressful and awkward nap, I woke up barely able to move my left arm. I’ve somehow managed to bugger up my shoulder, so I have to walk around with my one shoulder hunched to minimise the OHLORDITHURTSSOMUCH.
I was tempted to lurch around my parents’ flat quoting the opening, but I don’t think anyone would have got it.
Anyway, seeing as today is wholly about Richard III for me, and I need a good laugh, here is some LOLbard:
Yes, I do think this is hilarious. When I say I have a ‘good’ sense of humour, I mean that I find almost anything funny.
Anyway, typing this was bloody agony, so now I’m going to sign off and do nothing that involves moving my one arm till it gets better.