What Fools These Mortals Be

I think it's a fine thing to riff on Shakespeare. Given my daily headache and my deplorable conditions, I find it quite fitting to ponder life's myriad indignities. What a mess I've made out of what should've been a fine life, with no way out that I can see, other than Hamlet's classic conundrum. He never did answer his own question, because the right answer is so depressing. Meanwhile I have no one to turn to, no one to help me salvage the ruins of my life and discover the treasure that lies within.