MrSinister wrote:
Sopho wrote:
And yes, I know I look f***ed.

Eh, I've seen people looking worse, I assure you. You look fine

And am I crazy for imagining you saying "Alas, poor melon. I knew him, Horatio. A fruit of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy...."?

Actually, what came to my mind when I read the title was:
"Is this a melon which I see before me,
The stem toward my hand? Come, let me taste thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal melon, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A melon of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppress'd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I slice.
Thou satisfiest me the way that I was hungry;
And such a fruit I was to consume.
Mine taste buds are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I taste thee still,
And on thy seeds and dudgeon gouts of juice,
Which was not so before."