This above all: to thine ownself be true,
Hot flashes. Stupid night sweats. I sleep with my window wide open and alternate between hugely hot and so cold. And waking up with my torso slimy and clammy with sweat.
Please tell me it's gonna stop.
I've also been swinging between emotional poles. Remembering Mr. Rogers has made me cry today. Is it ever gonna stop? Gah!
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Hamlet, Act I, Scene 3
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
All's Well That Ends Well, Act I, Scene 1