One way or another

After yesterday, I knew I was bound to come up with something. Starting with a sore throat, and of course it had to rain in the afternoon when I'd put away my umbrella in another bag instead of in the one I was carrying. Of course I had to sleep over the last hours of canteens' opening hours. Of course the sausages I have is located in a friend's fridge, hundreds of metres away. Of course my room has to be absolutely -not- soundproofed, and there are a construction work and a Halloween party with their big speakers and loud pop songs playlists (speaking of which, why would one play cheery and melodramatic pop songs at a Halloween party?).

Nevertheless, one way or another I have to start working on this writing assignment. One way or another.

Waltz, though, is fun.