The nerve of those Whos!
Inviting me done there, on such short notice!
Even if I wanted to go my SCHEDULE Wouldn’t allow it!
Four o’clock, Wallow in self pity.
Four thirty, Stare into the abyss.
Five o’clock, Solve world hunger; Tell no one.
Five thirty, Jazz-ercise.
Six thirty, dinner with me. I can’t cancel that again!
Seven o’clock, wrestle with my self-loathing…
Well if I bump the loathing to to nine I could still be done in time to lay in
bed and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness…
But what would I wear!!