A miserable day hath made of this one. It deceived me with it's illusions of bliss and amusement. Blindly did I walk into a web of pain brought on by mine own kin. It started with the pleasure of theator actors. Hamlet seemed excited to see them performence. I was hoping mine offspring behave, yet he constantly prove my assumption wrong.
Before thy play hath started Hamlet doth have the nerven to insult mine loving nature. I offer the ungrateful young adult a most comfotable seat next to mommy. He rejects mine seat along with mine love. Claiming the bitter coldness of a metal accomodate is cozier.
Thy play hath started as if any other, yet mine proxy of a husband seemed unusualy unsettled as the scheme of thy play unravaled. He walked out only a little way into the begining. Not understanding why Polonius and I hath gone to comfort him, my precious replacement. It is then I realizwed Hamlet is the reason of his discomfort. With that information I called him my son to hastly come to my quarters.
Of course he doth take his time and procrastinate coming to see his mother. With Polonius behind the curtains I will finally confront my kin with what ails him. My son came in in an emotional ball dwelling on something that I can't quite put my finger on. Ina scuffle, Polonious doth gave his secretive position away, seeming to act off instinct, young Hamlet struck him down where he stood. I don't know what to make of this terrible day.
truely Gertrude
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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