Runvardh

So I was taking a leak at the end of the day and found it so satisfying that a shiver ran up and down my spine. I barely contained my laughter when the thought came to mind of waterworks play and the like, but unfortunately (or fortunately) it didn't stop there. My mind wandered to drinking and MacBeth, Act 2, Scene2, the words of the porter a third of the way through:

Macbeth - by William Shakespeare
Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and
urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes;
it provokes the desire, but it takes
away the performance: therefore, much drink
may be said to be an equivocator with lechery:
it makes him, and it mars him; it sets
him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him,
and disheartens him; makes him stand to, and
not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him
in a sleep, and, giving him the lie, leaves him.

(At the time of this writing I am also reminded of Lady MacBeth praying to be unsexed. Strangely, the disposition I feel she was going for matches that of some very real girls of a few select MBTI types. I'd never say they were unsexed though; oh lord they were definitely women. *contented sigh*)

Anyway, continuing on with the drunk and pissing, I am reminded of a cute little phrase an Acadian friend once told me: "Drink one, piss five!" Amen my friend, it certainly feels that way much too often.

Seriously, why does my Ne have to drag me down these rabbit holes, and why does Si have to encourage it so damn much?! Oh well, it's an interesting trip, one way or another. *sigh*