So I was going to go to dinner with GP and some of his friends from work down in Palo Alto, but I couldn't make the train on time.
Somehow, the idea of being late not only for dinner, but in front of all of the Senior Engineers from Sun that GP knows just freaked me out beyond all belief.
So I'm going to sit here at home and mope and try to figure out how I'm going to pay this ridiculous cell phone bill and read and sleep instead. I guess I'm probably better off this way, though, because at least now I'm not sitting in a corner in some restaurant being upset because I can't understand any word in any of the conversations going on around me that has more than three letters, and not even some of the ones under.
If I only say that enough, maybe I can convince myself that I'm not really as lonely as I think I am...