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Flake Feeling: guilty In the past several days, I have become a horrible friend. So you say you haven't seen me in a while? Want to chat, catch up on things? Why of course, I'd love to, just let me check my... oh. Well, how about... no. Or maybe... no, not then either. I can pencil you in for early January, if that's convenient? And please call to confirm twenty-four hours in advance, to make sure I haven't scheduled over you. I suck. And I need a personal secretary so that I'm not trying to wedge the people I love in between the cracks of my days. I'm not even that busy, really, I just tend to head off somewhere with a certain someone and... disappear. It is not very polite to the rest of my acquaintance, and I'm thinking I should remedy that this week. Oh, and tomorrow I'm meeting Mom in Flatonia for lunch to trade her car for a happy shiny non-smushed Luna Bunny. I need to get on the system at work and find out if there is a place for lunch in Flatonia. Comments? 3 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |