King Lear, or rather Shakespeare, has the ability to get me into slumberland, so remind me when I can't get to sleep, MAKE ME READ MY LITERATURE TEXTS.
This fine afternoon, just as Sylvia finished her bowl of porridge, she picked up her KING LEAR book to read so she could get Lit homework over and done with. The initial interest in KING LEAR faded when Earl Kent started calling Oswald the steward a knave one too many times and produces up a whole chunk of pages and pages of words of anger shot at Oswald, which could be summed up in three lines. Of course, you have to make it longwinded to show his anger, aye?
Knave, knave, knave. Ack.
And it involves them into an argument and Edmund the bastard (really, that's what they call him in the books. They can just put Edmund, but they just keep on calling him Edmund the bastard.) comes in and tries to act like a goody!!
Then as Kent rants further on saying that Oswald is a whoreson, Sylvia finally lets go of the book and her pillow and falls asleep right where the hot sun is shining on. She slept so long, she even had the time to dream! How lovely.
And when she woke up, it was already 4 in the afternoon. What a waste of time, she thinks. And here she is, typing things that don't make sense, and have nothing to tell but only that it shows that she is going quite mad. As mad as Lear.
This is the typical waking up madness of Sylvia the... Sylvia the... well Sylvia the _____ .
Oh yea by the way, since I stopped crapping *above*, something random: It's totally UNWISE to approach me when I've just awoken from my sleep. You're attempting to provoke a dragon (albeit a short but cute *thick skinned* one). (Hey I'm born in the Dragon year YAY.)