The nerve of my mother. Inviting me over for Thanksgiving. And on such short notice.
Even if I wanted to go... My schedule wouldn't allow it!

4:00: wallow in self pity

4:30: contemplate the world

5:00: study spells from Spellsofmagic.com- tell no one

5:30: Kung Fu practice

6:30: dinner with the girls of my fantasy world- I can't cancel that again

7:00: beat up my self-loathing

I'm booked. Of course if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? And if I can't find something nice to wear, I'm not going