It Raineth Everyday

Turns out I was indeed quoting that song wrong. I found it:

When that I was and a little tiny boy

When that I was and a little tiny boy
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas, to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still 'had drunken heads,
For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world began,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.

 -- William Shakespeare

I really want to read "Twelfth Night" now. I think I would fall in love with Feste.

I just watched my fingers as I typed this. It kind of freaked me out a little. It's so weird that I can move my hands like that and barely have to think about it.

Sorry. Strange thoughts.