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( Attempted Private//Woefully Hackable )Funny, this is one of the few soliloquies I don't know by heart. Then again, I never did like Lady Macbeth very much.
Well, this makes things...inconvenient. The bandages keep soaking through. They ought to hold out until midnight, but just the same...hm. I'm afraid I'd better not go to the Library today--I wouldn't want to accidentally ruin any of the books. And I hear it's quite a mess out there, anyway. Yes, I think it's for the best that I just stay in...
The trick, though, will be finding some activity to keep me occupied today that doesn't involve the use of one's hands. ...Or, at least, that doesn't use three fingers of one hand and the palm of the other.
[OOC: Feel free to notice the rather specific location of the blood on her hands; she was using a bow and arrow when she committed her one and only murder, so the bloodstains are reflecting that now.]
