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Hell is other people. Or at least, inconvenience is other people.
Why is it that no one seems capable of making and keeping plans? I was supposed to head into Queens tonight to meet up with an old school friend, back in town for a couple of days from Arizona. There was supposed to be a get-together at a beer garden with all sorts of people. I asked her to text me the final details before 5, when I would need to get on the train to get to Astoria. But 4 rolled around and I hadn't heard from her. So I texted her... and she said the whole thing was off, sorry about that. It's like... the least you could do is volunteer that information, since I said I was going and everything.
Meh. So yet another Friday night at home with nothing to do. Maybe I'll read, and think about NaNoWriMo.
Why is it that no one seems capable of making and keeping plans? I was supposed to head into Queens tonight to meet up with an old school friend, back in town for a couple of days from Arizona. There was supposed to be a get-together at a beer garden with all sorts of people. I asked her to text me the final details before 5, when I would need to get on the train to get to Astoria. But 4 rolled around and I hadn't heard from her. So I texted her... and she said the whole thing was off, sorry about that. It's like... the least you could do is volunteer that information, since I said I was going and everything.
Meh. So yet another Friday night at home with nothing to do. Maybe I'll read, and think about NaNoWriMo.