anyway remember how act 1 of hamlet is set “in that season wherein our saviour’s birth is celebrated”? we have textual proof that the first act takes place around christmas time and still no modern-day production will give me the meeting of the danish court reimagined as an awkward family christmas dinner. imagine claudius making his speech while carving a turkey and wearing an embarrassing paper crown. imagine hamlet glaring at everyone from across a plate of sprouts. imagine hamlet doing o that this too too solid flesh would melt (yeah hamlet i know that post-christmas lunch feel) in a black snowman jumper. in scene 4 when hamlet’s saying the king keeps wassail and the swaggering upspring reels claudius is dad-dancing to shakin’ stevens in the background.
He isn’t saying that it’s Christmas he’s explicitly saying it’s NOT Christmas this post takes ten years off my life every time I see it
other good news: the solutions for this semester’s exam were posted online and I’ve probably passed/am going to pass when they’re done checking it. I’m annoyed because some of the questions I got wrong were ones I’d been counting on and I feel a little stupid in some cases, and if some of the questions I did get right are reviewed & not counted my result could go down a bit. But unless I counted the current answers wrong it’s still better than the last semesters 🙂
Also it’s really cold outside which sucks bc I want spring now (I mean it feels like autumn has been going on for 6 months and I don’t need a real winter anymore thanks), and it’s cloudy tomorrow so I can’t go watch the stars, and I’m not sure what I’ll eat tomorrow, and I keep thinking about the dentist appointment on friday…
but I had a good 2nd day of the new internship at the hospital! 🙂
I need to rant right now.
My flatmate and I had trouble with getting Internet access in our new flat for months now (we moved in in early autumn) – we already changed the provider once, but the thing is, they use the same company that sends the technician to do the installation stuff, whatever it’s called in English. And the guy has repeatedly failed to show up for those appointments.
Like, there were two times with the old provider, when he also tried to claim that we hadn’t been home, and that time last week with the new provider with no explanation at all. Today he did show up (barely). Except this was a very short-term appointment, and neither me nor my flatmate could be there. So I asked my father, told him everything (or so I thought) he needed to know, and was really grateful that he was willing to get up earlier than usual, travel to Berlin, and wait 4 hours.
… There is a room that the technician needs to be in to do the installation. It’s usually closed, but we asked the janitor to keep it open during those 4 hours, and told my father where it was. Turns out we should’ve been more specific and told him in detail that the janitor had opened the room. Because, when (surprisingly) the technician came, the first thing he asked was where the janitor was. My dad said he didn’t know. Then the technician said he needed the janitor to open the room and wasn‘t going to wait for him if my dad didn’t know where he was. He also refused to go downstairs to that room and check if it was already open. So, no Internet again (other than the limited 10 GB/month we have now), and we might have to pay the fee again (which is like 80€).
I wish I were at least calm right now, but… I’m not. I mean, there are so many little things that could’ve gone right. Like, if my mom had had time instead, or if my dad had showed up a bit sooner (or if I’d made him instead of feeling sorry for him) and my flatmate had had time to show him that room before she had to leave… or maybe if that jerkface technician had phrased that question differently, or agreed to check the room, or FUCKING SHOWED UP FOR THE LAST 3 APPOINTMENTS LIKE HE WAS SUPPOSED TO 
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