Shakespeare and Marzipan

So for the last couple afternoons I've been making these marzipan cookies. And most things just went plain wrong. I had to half the recipe because I only had half a pound of marzipan, and I halfed the first part but I forgot to half the second. So that was just a joy. But I figured it all out and fixed it. Then I realized that the dough needed to be refrigerated for 8 hours. Oh yay. Today when I pulled the dough out of the fridge it was almost frozen. Yahoo. I rolled the dough out and poured the marzipan mixture on. I transferred the rolls to the cookie sheets. Then I cut the rolls. But I did it wrong. Yes, success. I could overcome that. I baked them, and half burned. The other half were a flaky sticky mess that crumbled all over before I could even eat them. They didn't look even halfway appetizing, and their texture was a little odd. Okay, I got this. At this point I just wanted overcome all the other obstacles and make these little cookies. I was going to dip them in melted chocolate to get the cookie to stay in one piece. But guess what? I overmelted, undermelted, overmixed, who knows whated the chocolate and it just wouldn't dip. Yeah, no. I had tried and tried to not give up, but making marzipan cookies was simply not in the cards for me today. One phrase kept coming to mind from the prologue of Romeo and Juliet (which I'm currently reading in English)
"Misadventured piteous overthrows"
Yeah, that's what this baking experience has been. Misadventured and piteous. Not exactly an overthrow, but you get the gist.

This picture does not even do my misadventured piteous baking adventure justice, but I'd like to thank Shakespeare for arming me with a phrase to fully describe the calamity of my afternoon.