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!
7:30: Wrestle with my self-loathing.
I’m booked! Of course if I bump the loathing to 9:00…I’ll probably still have time to lie in my bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.
