I dearly love your works, really... Much Ado is one of my absolute most favoritest things ever, and I tend to see things in terms of your plays. The paper I am currently having to write about your works, however, is currently sucking my soul and my brain out of my head with a straw, which is more than a little distressing. I am sure that a week from now I will go back to loving you utterly, but at this exact moment in time, I wish that you had never been born, or at least that you had never learned to write.

That is all.
Stacy