Sooo...

Sooo....I didn't end up getting that report finished by class time, so I didn't go to class. Then I left with barely enough time to make it to campus, find parking, and slide into my seat about 30 seconds before my Persian class started. Then, instead of staying around campus until my last class as usual, I drove home. Then I decided I didn't want to go to class so here I am, sitting on my futon 13 minutes into my class.

Why do I do these things? I have a tendency to dig myself into these holes that I just make deeper and deeper. Today I made one mistake, then kept adding to it until it got to the point that I'm now hiding in my apartment watching old episodes of Psych instead of sitting in class like I should be.

The only silver lining is that somehow I always manage to dig myself out again, but usually only after much angst and agony.

Why is it so much easier to hide out and dig myself deeper instead of getting my shit together and taking care of what needs done?

I seriously need to learn how to screw my courage to its' sticking point.

Halloween, Shakespeare style

Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.


Sorry, I'm just in a Halloweeny mood and I love this scene with the three witches from "Macbeth"!