Dec 24, 2017
The nerve of those bots. 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, jazzercise. "6:30, dinner with me." I can't cancel that again. "7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing." I'm booked. ....If... I'm booked! If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I'd have time to lay in bed... ...stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear??!
warning that last line is pretty loud
It’s a little rough because I just wanted to fool around and do something fun because this edit came across my dashboard.
All credit to @skywarpie for the idea