Every now and then I do something fairly dumb. Mercifully, it doesn't happen often, but on days like today, when I thought I was running late to my eleven o'clock class until I got to the door, peered into the little window and saw an entirely different class, then had to pull out my datebook to remember that said class actually happened at one o'clock, well, on days like today I feel like an idiot.

On the other hand, it's rather nice to be an hour and forty-five minutes early instead of fifteen minutes late.