Ugh. My whole life is going down the tube. I don't know how it got this way. First it starts with Hamlet going bonkers, then the play, and now Polonius is dead. I don't know what to do. I can't punish Hamlet by sending him to jail, the people love him. There would be a riot if I did send him. I'm sending him to England for sure now. And the English king better kill him as I instructed. If not there will be hell to pay. Denmark has kicked their ass in the past and we will do it again if we have to.
Now on to the matter of Ophelia. It seems that seeing the dead body of Polonius has drove her mad. She now sings the most random things, and will not cooperate with anyone. I now fear for her life and the safety of the ones around her. Her brother is on his way from Paris as I speak, and he's probably going to raise hell. Ugh, here they come. The commoners calling for Laerties to be king and off with my head, Yada yada yada. I'll ttyl blog.
Deuces.
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