um, ya...

so i email the prof for the class i missed last night
and she says it's a good thing i spaced on the class
because she ended up with food poisoning
and had to cancel.

theoretically, it couldn't have worked out any better than it did.

if i'd've remembered about my class i would've had to stop working
on my term paper
only to go and find out that class was cancelled

also i would've had to scrounge to find someone
to take care of my dogs
two nights in a row.

see? sometimes when i think i know what is best for me...
i just don't.
how this shit happens for me i have no idea.