Cursed Be Mine Memory

I stayed up till 4 this morning preparing for my 10 o'clock EC Law tutorial. Very rare that is, mind you. Preparing properly for tutes. But it was all good.

Except for the fact that I'd completely forgotten about a 9 o'clock jurisprudence lecture. Fuck.

I think my subconscious was trying to say something when I put my alarms at 8.30am. But anyhow, I awoke at 5 to 9, but thought that I'd sleep for an extra half hour, just to make sure I was fully rested. Then ten minutes later, Erica comes in and asks: "Don't you have a 9 o'clock Jurisprudence lecture?"

You know how in the old Looney Tunes cartoons where that Coyote, in his pursuits of that bird freak, gets hit by a falling anvil from incredibly preposterous heights? That's how I felt. Like an idiot, or as Celine puts it, an idjut.

Anyway, by the time I'd brushed my teeth and stuff, it was already 15 past nine, and the earliest I would get to the lecture was between 20 past and 25 past. Which is already about half the lecture. What a shit way to start what should have been a great morning, tutorial preparations and all. Double Fuck.

So, yah, I decided to sit my ass down on my laptop and sulk. I will make sure I go to the library and make this up with reading though, or so my guilty mind is trying to make me.

I hate my memory. I keep forgetting things that are important, and remembering things that aren't. Heck, most times, I don't remember any thing at all.