Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Caesar: What man is that?
Brutus: A Soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March
Caesar : He is a dreamer; let us leave him; pass.
Caesar: The ides of March have come
Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; but not gone.
Wages of a misspent education. And something I take to heart, especially today which started out in a freakishly heavy snowstorm (that later abated and turned into a nice spring day before turning back into the last wrath of winter) and continued with a busy day of stupid people at work. Seriously, there needs to be an IQ test or a licensing procedure to procreate or this country is going to turn into Logan's Run where the government takes the newborns and raises them because the sheep can't handle the responsibility.
The worst part? As the soothsayer said, the ides of March may have come, but they are not yet gone. What fresh hell awaits me? I can at least be assured that I won't be stabbed 23 times by 8-15 of my friends. Only because I don't have that many friends who can lay their hands on knives and withstand the force of my high grade pepper spray.