Is anyone else in the depths of the luteal phase right now?
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, jazzercise. Six-thirty, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. Seven o'clock, wrestle with myself loathing. I'm booked!