It was just an ordinary day in the life of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. He woke up, yawned, and thought to himself, "I'm soooo bored." He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the meaninglessness of existence.
His trusty sidekick, Horatio, burst into the room, shouting "Good morrow, my lord!" Hamlet grumbled, "What's the point of 'morning' when the sun is just going to set again, anyway?"
As the day dragged on, Hamlet found himself at a loss for something, anything, to do. He wandered aimlessly through the castle, bumping into various courtiers and jesters, who were all trying to tell him something, but he just shrugged and muttered, "Much ado about nothing, indeed."
And so the chapter ends, with Hamlet still stuck in a sea of existential dread.