Why Must it…

Why must it all go wrong, right when I want to enjoy?
Why must it decide to interfere, with my chance at a bit of joy?
Why oh why oh why oh why?

I sure hope that somehow I'll get what needs to be done done…
And that things like this don't continue to ruin my every chance at a bit of fun!

My FRIDGE is dying I think… or at least I somehow don't think it ought to sound like a drill…
And my head hurts too much to concentrate on my homework and do some apartment cleaning (my plan for the evening).
There isn't even anything overly interesting on the 'net or TV for my enjoyment… so I'll have to turn off the buzzing of the computer soon… and simply deal with the infernal noice of the refridgerator instead.
I'm so good at not getting things accomplished.