The lyf so short

After the office hour with my third examining professor, I have come to the conclusion that the purpose of the Magisterexamen in English philology is to make the examinee hate the English language and all literature ever produced in it. Thanks for nothing.

Taking two hours for the 45-minute drive from Cologne back home didn't improve my mood. Also, clowns everywhere. Fucking fifth season. Lantern-bearing kiddies, on the other hand, are rare, presumably due to the storm going on outside. Poor kidlets missing out on their treats. ;_;

In this sense, I hope you have a bloody great carnival and an even better Martinmas. Anyone coming by with a paper lantern singing a nice (or even a stupid) Martinmas song will get candy. Anyone coming by with a poppy and a pathetic poem will experience firsthandhead the ballistic qualities of The Riverside Shakespeare. Yes, the hardcover edition.

B'r'lady HELL.