the gods have cursed me for my hubris

Here is some advice from your favourite ghost therapist:

Run off into the woods, no one can stop you.
Every day that you're not letting a forest with a terryfying backstory reclaim your mortal body is a day lost.

If you cannot do that, then at least eat a healthy breakfast so you can run from the cops faster.

But on a more serious note, I have now developed a serious addiction to apple chips, but the store-bought wont do, so now I spend more time than I would like to slicing up apples and making sure the oven doesnt explode while they bake. All this damn time could have been used on something else. Smh.