Curse you, Hamlet!

So, I have to write a page or two about one word in Hamlet, and the work it does in the play. I've got some interesting theories on the word "saw" that focus almost entirely on meanings that have nothing to do with seeing, or cutting. However, the most interesting definition I've found, as far as Hamlet is concerned, appeared and disappeared from the language in about a hundred years, and after Shakespeare's death. So really, nothing I can claim he intended. Then again, at least the first sense references handsaw, which is the whole reason I kept picking up on saw in the first place. (I'm looking it under the wisdom/saying/order definition, though. I can't go very far with the cutting definition, though I think I can link the wisdom and the seeing, at least as far as the ghost goes. Maybe that'd get me to a page.) I so wanted to work on this earlier in the week. Goshdarn slow shipping. Goshdarn... sleepiness. All right, I think I'll write a page of unstructured BS, then get up tomorrow and edit it. I've got a feeling half of the dread involved in finishing this assignment is the fact that I have to switch back into the 10:30 section, and therefore have to explain to my TA why I didn't show up last week. Even though I did... I was just fifteen minutes late, and decided it'd be embarrassing to go in without the book and without having done any of the reading, plus I'd planned on being able to switch into the later discussion section anyway. Alas, I wasn't able to. But all is well, I suppose, in that I don't have class after 12:30 on Friday. It's just that, well... it's 2:30. And I haven't written a word aside from my rambling here (which was only done so I would have written something). And I should really be up around nine.

Oh! And in the totally random department... Guster is indeed playing in Chicago, just as I hoped they would. However, you have to win tickets to the show. The drawing's tomorrow, even though I only heard about it tonight. But I'm entered... and I'd be oh-so happy if I could go see them. Monday. (Talk about short notice for a concert!) So here's hoping my luck this quarter continues. Hehe.

Edit [9:19AM]: So, I went to sleep around four after changing my word to villain and getting to about a page and a quarter. For some reason, I woke up at eight and, in attempting to sleep in until nine, had about five short dreams about either getting up, being serenaded by frat boys singing Oasis songs in front of the dorm, or some sort of convention thing where I was speaking as an author (which I never made it to because I was determined to use my priviledge, as an author, to be late. This dream did involve me comically falling down an escalator, though. And some bizarre version of DDR that referenced FMA far more times than is healthy, including a song that was basically about Izumi beating up the military people. Yeah...). And of course, though I had a lot of random ideas on what else to write for this while I was falling asleep, I can't remember them anymore. Except I should probably finish this paragraph on handsaws and the hawk definition of villain.