Craap.

Don't you hate it when things are all messed up, and you have no one to blame but yourself? In a way it makes you even angrier because it was your own stupidity and no one else's, and no one likes to be reminded of their stupidity.

Let's use a (hypothetical?) example from school:

Candice has a term paper due on Thursday and another one on Monday. Wednesday night she frets and fritters about the essay but cannot seem to make any progress. "I'll give myself the weekend to do it," she says. "There will be a mark deduction but that is better than nothing." Candice falls into a deep sleep well into Friday, exhausted from her effort. Waking up so late on Friday, she decides to give herself a bit of a break, because it's always good to have time to recoup. "Tomorrow I will work on them both," she chants. Tomorrow (Saturday) comes along and Candice's friend urges her to watch a series. "One episode," Candice says. "I guess I could do a couple more," she finds herself saying on the insistence of her friend. Time passes. Pretty soon it's time for bed again. "Early to bed, early to rise!" Candice proclaims. "Tomorrow for sure." But what the heck, Candice cannot sleep! After laying in bed for hours (even pretending to try to stay awake) at 5 am she finally gets up and tries to make herself something to eat. She eats, bums around until after 7, until she realizes "Holy crap my day!" and tries desperately to sleep. Finally, around 9-ish in the morning, Candice falls asleep, waking up at noon. To prepare for the day she makes her foolproof scrambled eggs, a large mug of tea, and gets down and dirty with her laptop. Only to find out that Candice has TWO term papers due on Monday. WHAT THE FRIG. But the more important question is, why is Sa-Candice doing blogging this instead of working? At that exact moment, a saber tooth tiger smashes through the window and lunges at her beautiful body, killing her instantly. The answers to these questions forever remain unknown.