My supposed plans for Friday never materialized, when I could not reach, and never heard back from, my supposed date for the evening.
The neighborly cookout has evaporated.
The call I was going to get today, about a movie tomorrow ... not so far.
Considering I'm the only variable here, I have to assume it's me. But dang. I thought I at least brushed my teeth enough SOMEBODY might materialize if I weren't too offensive just to be in a room with. (Clearly, I'm a bit big for my britches.)
It's not that I mind getting a lot done on a long weekend. It wouldn't matter a poo if people didn't say they *wanted* to make plans.
But this many blowoffs in such a short space is a little bit much.
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