This has been on my mind for some time.
I made plans with L for Thursday to go watch Jupiter make one of its last round in the night sky. I even asked L to phone me but when the evening drew closer I beagn to feel shittier and shittier. Before long, I just turned off the cell phone all together, ignoring three missed calls and a voice messege left for me by L. I felt bad then, but now I'm in a whole new level of shittiness, cause come Monday morning, I'll have to lie through my teeth (as always) that I forgot my cell phone in pre-historic cave while traveling back on time. In other words, there'll be bull galore when I'm done saving my butt.
The good news is that I'm finally going to have a tennis practice after two weeks of nothingness. Finally, something to take my mind off the fact that some people think that since Rumpsfeld is gone, the US is going to be run over by the terrorist groups. Good riddens to that mother-hugger.