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;
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?
the Grinch, this is both hilarious and slightly relate-able. (via perpetual-grace)