Self-Sabotage. Or Is It?

I have an audition tomorrow night and, true to form, no audition monologue. Or, rather, I have options and have just not yet chosen one. I've been tempted to cancel the audition approximately 6,315,479 times in the last week but I will not allow myself to be such a cop out. It's my own fault because this is how I roll, but I honestly did think I would have more time to work on it and that time all just flew by. I will no doubt be memorizing something at my desk tomorrow. But then again, this is how I got into theatre school. And RADA. So it has a reasonable history of success. How will it serve me this time? I shall keep you posted.