The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn’t allow it.
- 4:00, wallow in self pity
- 4:30, stare into the abyss
- 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one
- 5:30, jazzercize
- 6:30, dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again
- 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing…
I’m booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear?!
