The nerve of those Whos.
Inviting me down there - and on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it.
Four o'clock, wallow in self pity;
4:30, stare into the abyss;
5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one.
5:30, jazzercize.
6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with 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?
~The Grinch