Wednesday.

The final Wednesday in this city.
Invaded Mom's office in the afternoon. Did some SAT questions as preparation for the placement tests at college soon.

Leaving the city tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Might as well we go through Shakespeare's masterpiece.

Life's Brief Candle

Insufficient oxygen supply

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

P.s This affects my emotions indirectly.